Tell me the tales that to me were so dear
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and sing me the songs I delighted to hear
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Now you are come all my grieve is removed
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let me forget that so long you have roved
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let me believe that you love as you loved
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and now do you remember the path where we met
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yeah you told me you never would forget
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then to all others my smile you preferred
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love when you spoke gave a charm to each word
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still my heart treasures the praises I heard
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though by your kindness my fond hopes were raised
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I know you've by more eloquent lips have been praised
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but by long absence your truth has been tried
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still to your accents I listened with pride
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blessed as I was when I set by your side
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long, long ago
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long ago
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Long, Long Ago
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Sam Cooke |