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Lorna Doone's garden
Lorna Doone's garden
Blooming near the river's edge
Washed away and now we beg
Oh to see the light
Oh to see the light
Shining in the souls
The pure and gentle no one knows
The doves that sang while the ground was broken
Soothing labor with cooling voices
And the soft evening light
Brought the nightingale's song
Lorna Doone's garden
Lorna Doone's garden
Tangled everywhere
Borrowed lawns without a care
Shipyard, bus stations
Eight lane highways
Paths in the grass
Little fields to plow under
I once picked up an arrowhead
Lorna Doone's garden
Lorna Doone's garden
Blooming near the river's edge
Washed away and now we beg