Last December I met a girlShe took a likin' to meSaid she loved meBut she didn't know the meaning of the wordShe imagined love to be grandMe holdin' her hand andWhisperin' sweet things andCooin' softly like a song birdThen one mornin' she came to meWith a tear in her eye and aSigh on her breath Lord she said

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