THERE’S A LONG, LONG TRAIL
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THERE’S A LONG, LONG TRAIL A-WINDING
INTO THE LAND OF MY DREAMS,
WHERE THE NIGHTINGALES ARE SINGING
AND A WHITE MOON BEAMS.
THERE’S A LONG, LONG NIGHT OF WAITING
UNTIL MY DREAMS ALL COME TRUE,
TILL THE DAY WHEN I’LL BE GOING
DOWN THAT LONG, LONG TRAIL WITH YOU.
