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On an ocean of dreams I have wandered it seems |
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Just wandering wandering on , |
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Since I found the note sweetheart that you wrote just saying |
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That you had already gone. |
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Will the pretty bird sing, |
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Will the roses in the Spring |
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Still blossom when they find that you have gone, |
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Will the old pals be true |
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Or will they all leave me too |
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Just wandering wandering on |
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Will the little brook play |
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As it winds along its way |
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Will the stars keep on shining tho' you've gone |
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Will they find their way to you |
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Will they tell you that I'm blue |
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Or will they too leave me wandering on? |
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Tho' you've left me and gone I'll keep wandering on |
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Wandering down life's way |
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And beneath the lovely blue I may wander back to you |
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And my dreams will all come true someday. |
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CHORUS |