My true love sits in a forest glade
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In the springtime’s golden light
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The flowers, they dance in the gentle breeze
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And the warm sun shines so bright
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And of all the flowers in the forest
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And all trees that do abound
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The ones that please my heart the most
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Are green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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The holly yew and the ivy tree
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Are green the whole year 'round
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When summer comes and the days are hot
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And the birds are full of song
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In the quiet shade of that leafy glade
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That is where my heart belongs
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For I know whenever I look for you
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That is where you can be found
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As you take your ease 'neath your favourite trees
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That are green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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The holly yew and the ivy tree
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Are green the whole year 'round
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But the summer fades and the days grow short
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And the autumn winds they blow
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And the leaves of gold come tumbling down
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To the forest far below
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Memories of other days come tumbling from the past
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To remind us, like the seasons do
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That life goes by so fast
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The winter lays her fingers cold
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On dark and lonely nights
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But Christmas it will soon be here
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To usher in the light
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And when morning breaks and the bells ring out
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It is such a joyous sound
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To hear them echo in the trees
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That are green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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The holly yew and the ivy tree
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Are green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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The holly yew and the ivy tree
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Are green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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Green the whole year 'round
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The holly yew and the ivy tree
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Are green the whole year 'round |