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There's a land that is fair-er than day,
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And by faith we can see it a-far,
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For the Fa-ther waits o-ver the way,
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To pre-pare us a dwell-ing place there.
chorus
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In the sweet by and by,
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We shall meet on that beau-ti-ful shore.
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In the sweet by and by,
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We shall meet on that beau-ti-ful shore.
Paul Francis Webster, Dimitri Tiomkin - The Green Leaves of Summer (OST Inglourious Basterds)
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A time to be reap-ing
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A time to be sow-ing
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The green leaves of sum-mer
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Are call-ing me home
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It was good to be young then
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In the sea-son of plen-ty
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When the cat-fish were jump-ing
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As high as the sky
A time to be planting
A time just for plowing
A time to be courting
A girl of your own
Was good so to be young then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife
At the moment of birth
A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home
It was good to be young then
With the sweet smell of of apples
And the owl in the pine tree
A-winkin' his eye
A time just for planting
A time just for plowing
A time just for living
A place for to die
Was so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home
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[(6) (7) 6 (6d)] x3
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Born on a moun-tain top
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in Ten-nes-see,
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Green-est state
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in the Land of the Free,
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Raised in the woods
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so's he knew ev-'ry tree,
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Kilt him a b'ar
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when he was on-ly three.
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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,
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King of the wild fron-tier!
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In eight-een thir-teen
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and Creeks up-rose,
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add-in' red-skin ar-rows
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to the coun-tr-y's woes.
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Now in-jun fight-in'
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is some-thin' he knows.
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So he should-ers his ri-fle
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an' off h-e goes.
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Da-vy, Da-vy Crock-ett,
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the man who don't know fear!
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I tried so hard, my dear,
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to show that you're my ev'-ry dream,
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Yet you're a-fraid each thing I do
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is just some e-vil scheme,
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A mem-'ry from your lone-some past
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keeps us so far a-part,
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Why can't I free your doubt-ful mind
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and melt your cold, cold heart.
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An-oth-er love be-fore my time
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made your heart sad and blue,
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And so my heart is pay-ing now
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for things I did-n't do,
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In an-ger, un-kind words are said
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that make the tear-drops start,
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Why can't I free your doubt-ful mind
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and melt your cold, cold heart.