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Gord IS Gold
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Where the road runs down but the butternut grove
To old bill skinners stream
Do tell at the noonday bell
Its time for a summertime dream
In a lunch pail town in a one horse way
You can live like a king and queen
Lets steal away in the noonday sun
Its time for a summertime dream
Birds in all creation will be twitterin in the trees
And down belows a pond I know
You can swim in it if you please
And if you come round when the mill shuts down
You can see what chivalry means
Lets steal away in the noonday sun
Its time for a summertime dream
On a trip on down to wonderland
In love among the flowers
Where time gets lost with no straw boss
Tallyin up the hours
Where the road runs down by the butternut grove
To old bill skinners stream
Do tell at the noonday bell
Its time for a summertime dream
Birds in all creation will be twitterin in the trees
And down belows a pond I know
You can swim in it if you please
And if you come round when the mill shuts down
You can see what chivalry means
Lets steal away in the noonday sun
Its time for a summertime dream
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