| There’s a kind of light shining down through the trees
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| There’s a bright moon light shining down through the trees
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| And I know my baby’s coming down to be with me
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| She got a basket on her arm, my love is high
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| She got a basket on her arm, my love is high
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| Now when she opens up the basket things are gonna be alright
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| I hear my baby calling
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| My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight
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| Well, well
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| My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh, baby goodnight
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| I hear that bird a calling, singing like a whippoorwill
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| Well, well well I hear that bird a calling, singing like a whippoorwill
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| And when I hear that bird a calling, it gives my baby such a thrill
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| And I think I called my baby
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| My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight
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| Well, well, well
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| My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight
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| Oooooooh
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| Oh baby goodnight
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| And I don’t believe you heard me
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| My, my, talking about, talking about baby my light
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| My, my, my, my, talking about baby my light
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| Oh, baby goodnight
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| And I’m talking to the preacher |