Tommy
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Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley of trees?
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Out where there's a hillside of heather, curtsyin' gently in the breeze.
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That's what I'd like to do: see the heather--but with you.
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The mist of May is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still.
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So take my hand and let's go roamin' through the heather on the hill.
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The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder. There's lazy music in the rill,
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And all I want to do is wander through the heather on the hill.
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There may be other days as rich and rare.
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There may be other springs as full and fair.
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But they won't be the same--they'll come and go,
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For this I know:
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That when the mist is in the gloamin', and all the clouds are holdin' still,
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If you're not there I won't go roamin' through the heather on the hill,
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The heather on the hill.
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Love Of My Life
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| Alan Jay Lerner |
