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SING IN PORTUGUESE
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Written by R. Stonehill
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The kindest person I ever knew
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was my grandmother Mary
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She came from the Azores Islands
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Off of the Portugal coast
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And she and her husband worked on a little farm
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In the valley so green
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Called the San Joaquin
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He was handsome and tall
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and he played the guitar with ease
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And she'd fallen in love when he sang in Portuguese
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La la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la
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Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
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He sang in Portuguese
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My grandfather passed away
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before he had time to grow old
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The life of an immigrant farmer had taken a terrible toll
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And Mary once told me she often would wake in the night
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And she'd still hear him call
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Through the dark down the hall
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And she'd kneel by her bed and take out her rosary beads
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And the tears would fall as she'd pray in Portuguese
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La la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la
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Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
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She'd pray in Portuguese
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Oh Mary the church bells are ringing for Christmas
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Mary do you hear an angel's sweet voice
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Oh Mary I know you must leave when he calls
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But I wish that somehow you could stay
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'Cuz I loved you most of all
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She lies so still now in her snowy white hospital bed
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With the life that she loved so much
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Still going on in her head
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She's there in her kitchen and laughter is filling the room
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Or her garden in spring with her roses in bloom
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Now she smiles like she knows me
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though I'm never sure who she sees
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But her eyes still light up when I sing in Portuguese
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La la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la
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Ate amanha miu amor (until tomorrow my love)
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I sing in Portuguese
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La la la la la la la la
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La la la la la la la la
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Her eyes light up when I sing in Portuguese
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SING IN PORTUGUESE
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Randy Stonehill |