Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
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And you might never stumble or fall.
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Slowly, slowly, walk the path,
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And you might never fall in love at all.
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CHORUS:
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Golden, golden, is her hair,
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Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
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Golden, golden, is her love,
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So sweet and clear and warm.
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Lonely, lonely, is the heart
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That ne'er another can call its own.
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Lonely, lonely, lies the part
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That has to live all alone.
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Wildly, wildly, beats the heart
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With a rush of love like a mountain stream.
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Wildly, wildly, play your part
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As free as a wild bird's dream
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Golden, Golden
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| Silly Wizard |
