When cockle shells turn into silvery bells,
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then will my love return to me.
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When roses grow in the wintery snow,
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then will my love return to me.
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Oh waly, waly, love be by me
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and bright as a jewel when first new...
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But love grows old, and waxes cold,
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and fades away like morning dew.
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There is a ship, it sails the sea,
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It's loaded high and (as) deep can be.
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But not so deep as my love for you.
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I know not if I sink or swim.
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Oh waly, waly, love be by me
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Bright as a jewel when first new...
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But love grows old and waxes cold,
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and fades away like morning dew
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Waly, Waly
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| Eva Cassidy |
