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You and me make the little brown cottage.
You and me build the four gray walls.
You and me carries wood for the picket fence
That keeps it standing tall.
You and me can build a chimney,
When winter comes to call;
But it wouldn't be a home,
Without our love to bind them all.
When I was young my Mom would sing
A song of ships at sea.
Of Whaler Jack who ne'er came back,
And his ghost that wandered free.
But her eyes grew soft and misty
Like the ocean's rolling foam;
When she'd sung the rest, she'd finish best
With a song about our home. She'd sing….
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Well, I grew and went to school,
Learned the proper Rs and such;
But ne'er I thought I'd been better taught
With things that served me much,
'Cause the lessons were in the songs she sang
I carry 'ere I roam.
And none I find more precious
Than her way to build a home. She'd sing…
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The Mrs. and me, we stood and watched
The kids play in the yard:
And I think of songs my mother sang
To make life seem less hard.
When supper's gone and tired eyes
Sit 'round the crackling flame,
I'll sing to sleep my babies
With a song of home refrain. We'll sing…
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