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To: Mortrey

There’s an old old house that once was a mansion
On a hill overlooking the own
Where time’s left a wreckage where once there was beauty
And soon the old house will tumble down

When the leaves start to fall in the autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There’s an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory.

They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman
And they planned to be married in the fall
But her love withered in the last days of summer
And the house stood empty after all.

But when the leaves start to fall in the autumn
And the rain starts to drip from the trees
There’s an old, old man who walks in the garden
And his head is bowed in memory.

(”The Old Old House” by George Jones & Hal Bynum)


14 posted on 01/01/2013 9:47:50 PM PST by Road Glide
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To: Road Glide

“On a hill overlooking the Town”

(sorry for the typo)


15 posted on 01/01/2013 9:49:25 PM PST by Road Glide
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To: Road Glide

I know him


40 posted on 01/02/2013 2:40:55 AM PST by CGASMIA68
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