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meet
Meet ev'ry mornin' for to drink and eat
It's not so high class but it can't be beat
Between 18th and 19th on Chestnut Street

You hear piano
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew
Down in old Kentucky where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy standin' under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knockin', see the anvil
I'm roamin' Wyomin'
Dreamin' of your chestnut hair
And eyes of sparklin' blue
So I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin'
Leads me home
Don't look down
Don't look down

Horse's head found in a bed
Broke the code and braved the weather
Wore a gown of chestnut brown
Finger's crossed
the chestnut tree
I heard the thunder rolling as you sat down on me
And I was so in love, in love with you
I would have done anything for you

You had
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair
   She really made the Woolworth counter shine              
   Eddie was a sweet romancer,
cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut tree
The wishing well

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In
and warm until summer 

Flowers bloom

Here in our midst, we're surely blessed
(Chestnuts roasting)
Over the heat, gee ain't life sweet?
(Tootsies
behind

But I turned 21, in Sweetwater, Texas
But just one thing made me stay there
I wanted to leave but I was in love with
The girl with the chestnut
Until summer flowers bloom

Here in our midst, we're surely blessed
(Chestnuts roasting)
Over the heat, gee, ain't life sweet?
(Tootsies toasting)
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me
on the breeze
Will call my name out and your dream

Chestnuts roasting outside as you walk
With your love by your side
The old accordion man plays mellow
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well

And I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer day
In everything that's bright and gay
I'll
across the way
The children’s carousel
The chestnut tree,
the wishing well

I’ll be seeing you in every lovely summer’s day
In everything that’s light
you bring
You're the music to my hears
You're like a symphony
Feels so good to know you

Something bout 
Something bout your chestnut eyes girl
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like eskimos
Everybody
cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In
When I die, oh bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by

When I die, oh bury me

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