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She holds me, my
Lady of
the Valley |
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She holds even
though I always
roam |
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Still she holds
me, my Lady
of the Valley |
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In the dying
days of summer, my
lady calls me home |
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1.
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I was free like
a petal on the
water |
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I was free like
a feather on the
wind |
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I was free till
I came to Walnut
Valley |
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Where my lady
touched my heart
and gently took me
in |
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2.
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You can say I'm
a dreamer and a
drifter |
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You can say
that my pathways
are my own |
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You can say that
I go which way the
wind blows |
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Before the
leaves turn golden
I find I'm heading
home |
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| bridge |
Sometimes I
drift away out
west |
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Leave the lady
and the valley
behind |
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But I smell wood
smoke in the wind |
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And hear a
lonesome sound
that brings her
memory back to
mind |
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chorus
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coda
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In the dying
days of summer, my
lady calls me home |
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She holds me |
