| High on a hilltop, I search the land below
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| Looking for that love of mine left 20 long years ago
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| Her love I took in vain, her love I did not earn
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| Love is something that you might find, but pain is what you learn
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| On a hilltop looking for my love below
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| I blew my whistle loud, I blew my whistle clear
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| Picked up a fiddle, sawed off a tune, looking for my dear
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| I searched this whole world over, through the country and through the town
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| I’ll keep on looking for that little girl 'til I’m in the lonesome ground
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| On a hilltop looking for my love below
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| For years my heart did ramble, like a rounder without a home
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| Put down my ancient tired eyes, rest upon my bones
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| But now the girl is gone, wherever she may be
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| I hope sometime she sees the stars and maybe thinks of me
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| Sees the stars and maybe thinks of me
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| But now the girl is gone, wherever she may be
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| I hope sometime she sees the stars and maybe thinks of me
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| Sees the stars and maybe thinks of me |