(Gus Kahn - Hosea Woods)
I hear a voice so sweet and low
The voice in the old village choir
It sings to me of long ago
The voice in the old village choir.
In dreams I drift through the twilight haze
Home to the seas of my chilhood days
To hear again when lights are low
The voice in the old village choir.
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To hear again when lights are low
The voice in the old village choir...
