Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
Eddy Arnold
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