| Way up in the mountains
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| Above the green hills
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| Lives a poor hermit, with an old homemade fiddle
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| In the late afternoon, when the days work is through
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| He cradles that fiddle like a girl he once knew
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| Take a step, take a step
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| Take an old fashioned step
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| He’s beginning to remember the tune
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| Another step, another step
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| Another old fashioned step
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| It’s almost like she’s in the room
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| He’s playing the Yesterday Waltz
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| One day late last winter
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| Before the big snow
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| He packed up his fiddle and all of his clothes
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| His boney old donkey, some corn from his still
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| And he walked all the way down
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| Into those green hills
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| Take a step, take a step
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| Take an old fashioned step
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| He’s beginning to remember the tune
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| Another step, another step
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| Another old fashioned step
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| And soon he’ll be there in her room
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| Playing the Yesterday Waltz
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| Way down in the meadow, the valley so low
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| There lives a poor spinster
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| With an old gramaphone
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| One night before bedtime, along with the rain
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| She heard someone playing
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| A familiar refrain
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| Take a step, take a step
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| Take an old fashioned step
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| And now she remembers the tune
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| Another step, another step
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| Another old fashioned step
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| And yesterday fills up the room
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| They’re dancing the Yesterday Waltz
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| Take a step, take a step
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| Take an old fashioned step
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| And now they remember the tune
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| Another step, another step
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| Another old fashioned step
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| And yesterday fills up the room
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| They’re dancing the Yesterday Waltz
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| Take a step, take a step
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| Take an old fashioned step
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| They’re dancing the Yesterday Waltz |