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Veranda véranda
Veranda véranda
Veranda véranda
Veranda veranda
Veranda véranda
Veranda véranda
Just a love nest, cozy and warm,
Like a dove breast, down on the farm,
A veranda with some sort of clinging vine,
Then a kitchen where some
on
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean now neon palms sway
What's happening? Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
on
The record spins blue '50s song
The veranda looks ocean now neon palms sway
What’s happening? Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes
Memphis in June
A shade veranda under Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And my cousin Miranda she's making a blueberry pie
I can see the clock
Just a love nest, cozy and warm,
Like a dove breast, down on the farm,
A veranda with some sort of clinging vine,
Then a kitchen where some
be called
"The folks who live on the hill."
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen.
C'est la saison des pluies
La fin des amours
Assis sous la véranda je regarde pleurer
Cette enfant que j'ai tant aimé
C'est la saison des
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
Memphis in June
A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Amanda's making a rhubarb pie
I can hear the clock
Outside
C'est la saison des pluies
La fin des amours
Assis sous la véranda je regarde pleurer
Cette enfant que j'ai tant aimé
C'est la saison des
be called
"The folks who live on the hill."
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen.
This is the 23rd of April no May
23rd of May and John and I are
Sitting on the veranda of a hotel
That is in Tiberias Israel
It is right on the Sea
folks who live on the hill"
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when the kids grow up
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The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
called
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when
veranda and kittens all over the floor.
musical interlude...
Vera can have a plenty doo bee doop, Vera I love but what gets me..
I call her up
called,
"The folks who live on the hill".
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen.
And when
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
And when our kids grow up
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