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Itasca - Buddy Lyrics



Itasca - Buddy Lyrics




Buddy

We were together on the mountain top
Doves flying out
Night sky all around
Singing voices in the air
Birds diving in delight
We were dancing in the moonlight on the peak

And then I thought it would be nice
To live on the mountain by your side
Picking berries with the herd
Sweets are for the wanderer
Paint a couple pictures of the sight
Laughing as we're going down the aisle

And then I might use the grove for my home
Briars for the rings for your hands
The doves are in the kitchen
The sunset's in the field
Might go up and see that cheer up there

I thought it would be nice
To live on the mountain by your side
Love you in the sun-warmed lake
Forget my dues to the saints
Asking for the mice to be our guide
They're dancing as we're going down the aisle
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Buddy

We were together on the mountain top
Doves flying out
Night sky all around
Singing voices in the air
Birds diving in delight
We were dancing in the moonlight on the peak

And then I thought it would be nice
To live on the mountain by your side
Picking berries with the herd
Sweets are for the wanderer
Paint a couple pictures of the sight
Laughing as we're going down the aisle

And then I might use the grove for my home
Briars for the rings for your hands
The doves are in the kitchen
The sunset's in the field
Might go up and see that cheer up there

I thought it would be nice
To live on the mountain by your side
Love you in the sun-warmed lake
Forget my dues to the saints
Asking for the mice to be our guide
They're dancing as we're going down the aisle
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Writer: Kayla Ann Cohen
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.

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Written by: Kayla Ann Cohen

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