Are you there Can you hear me
Somewhere Near me
In the morning Long ago
Had to hold you so close Had to never let go
Time on the river Sliding on by
Hard to believe Wink of an eye
Where'd you go Baby Buffalo
What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe
Holed up, lying low
Long gone come a summertime snow
Talked to your doctor Making her rounds
Ninety-six tears One thousand clowns
There they are Shining bright
True creation Pure delight
They go on So do you
On and on Maybe me too
Long ago Baby Buffalo
What's become of old Cotton Eyed Joe
Holed up, lying low
Long gone come a summertime snow
Hold on to now Till you have to let go
Easy through your fingers Ever so
I'm just guessing I don't know
Maybe it's a blessing I sure hope so
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