| Grandma she sat by the light of the moon
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| I’d watch her write preserving the tune
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| She’d say come on child please sing along
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| Our song will live on and on
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| Your father he’s gone but he left you a voice
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| You’re the singer of songs now you make the choice
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| For four generations we passed them along
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| The song will live on and on
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| She said sing your song
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| Pass them on, pass them on
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| And the melody will be everlasting
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| Like notes to a song
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| My life is over and gone
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| But the song will live on and on
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| Mother would sing through the smoke in the bars
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| With four mouths to feed she would strum her guitar
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| She’d say won’t you please sing along with my song
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| Those songs will live on and on
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| Some nigths I would hide there alone in the dark
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| Rehearsing the songs and the words that she spoke
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| Dressed up in the costumes one day I’d have on
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| Her song will live on and on
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| And we’d say sing your song, Donna Lee, jsut for me
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| Yes your melody is everlasting
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| Like notes to a song one day we all will be gone
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| But the song will live on and on
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| And I will sing my song
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| Pass it on to everyone
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| It’s melody will be everlasting
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| Like notes to a song
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| My life is over and gone
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| But the song will live on and on
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| My song lives on
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| Song lives on and on
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| Song lives on and on
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| Sing along, you’re the singer of songs
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| One day in New York I will never forget
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| I wept before people I never had met
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| I said nothing’s wrong, it’s just the radio’s on
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| They’re playing my song, that’s my song
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| And I said sing your song
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| Pass it on to everyone
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| The melody will be everlasting
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| Like notes to a song
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| My life is over and gone
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| But the song will live on and on
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| And I will sing my song
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| Pass them on, pass them on
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| The melody will be everlasting
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| Like notes to a song
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| I will be forever gone
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| But the song will live on and on
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| Like notes to a song, one day we all will be gone
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| But the song will live on and on |