Down by the banks of the Guadalupe
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On a summer's evening and a haloed moon
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Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream
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We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.
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We slept like time itself under diamond skies
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Far from the bright lights and the city's lies
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Our love arose like a morning dream
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And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.
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Well the mountain dreams of a blanket of snow
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And the wild wind dreams of directions it might blow
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But the river's dream is a dream of love
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And a dream of sweet reflections from above.
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Down by the banks of the river of change
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We watched the river running from the wishes of the mountain range
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And the stars and the wildwood played the season's theme
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And it was washed in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.
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Down by the banks of the Guadalupe
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On a summer's evening and a haloed moon
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Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream
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We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream.
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Banks of the Guadalupe
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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |