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That distant land

Oh when the snow lies on the meadow
And the sheep are in the fold,
There’s a hearthside to welcome me
And shelter me from the cold.

There waits the girl of my dreams,
She’s the finest girl in the world,
Though I’ve travelled on the wide blue sea
I know she’s waiting for me.

She’s forever in my mind,
Forever like a song.
Take me back to that distant land,
The land where I belong.

She’s forever in my mind,
Forever like a song.
Take me back to that distant land,
The land where I belong.
Take me back to that distant land,
The land where I belong.

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