(Dolly Parton)
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In silver sandals she goes walkin' up those golden stairs
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And though we miss her so we know she's happy to be there
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She walks with us in memory we see her all the time
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In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
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So many times we let our thoughts turn back to yesterday
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To a little girl that could only watch the children as they played
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She walks with us in memories we see her all the time
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In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
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The grave in which she sleeps is cold but our thoughts of her are warm
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And we cry as we both long to hold her in our arms
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Each night in dreams we see her running to us smiling sweet
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With silver sandals on her little feet
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In silver sandals she goes walkin'...
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She had asked for sandals from the time that she could talk
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And it would break our hearts when she'd ask us why she couldn't walk
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She'd say when I go to heaven can I change my crutches then
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For a pair of silver sandals at the rainbow's end
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In silver sandals she goes walkin'...
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In silver sandals walkin' through our minds
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Silver Sandals
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Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton |