| I’ve got a mountain of dreams to climb
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| 'fore I get to that house on the hill
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| That keeps the lady of my morning
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| In a brown earthen pot on the sill
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| Of the window that looks out
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| Across the valley, probably always will
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| I’ll make sure no one is watching me
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| Like ev’ry good and successful thief
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| And maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
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| I’ll have put an end to this grief
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| By giving myself a potted plant
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| And a rainbow, calling it a wreath
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| She’s the energy that runs my day
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| And the first star out at night
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| By God, I’m gonna climb that hill
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| If it takes, ev’ry bit of my my might
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| In the morning the early summer breezes call
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| Me away from my warm sleeping bed
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| And fill me up with expectations
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| Of filling this hole in my head
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| That was left long ago
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| Somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead
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| She’s the energy that runs my day
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| And the first star out at night
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| By God, I’m gonna climb that hill
|
| If it takes, ev’ry bit of my might
|
| I’ve got a mountain of dreams to climb
|
| 'fore I get to that house on the hill
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| That keeps the lady of my morning
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| In a brown earthen pot on the sill
|
| Of the window that looks out
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| Across the valley, probably always will |