Xmas With The Family Vol 1.
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
Yes Indeed He Do.
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
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Sleed to de rattle ob de bones!
Slumber my darling, the bards are at rest, The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed, Slumber my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!
And I know.
The life of the community symbolized by the king ends.
I've told you 'bout de banjo, De fiddle and de sexy background for myspace, Likewise about de cottonfield, De shubble and de hoe; I've sung about de bulgine Dat blew de folks away, And now I'll sing a little song About my Dolly Day.
Here let my home be, On the waters wide:
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore While her gentle fingers will cull them not more: