Come with me my dear
To the hills with the dalmatian snow
We'll spend many a happy noon
Listening to the Larks of the Redwood Fells
Turn back time with me my dear,
Remember the travelling fayre?
(wooah-ah)
The way you smiled as you brushed away your messed hair
Lye with me my dear,
Lie to me on redwood hill.
Deceive me again,
Leave me again,
To the larks of redwood hill
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