Bill Nelson
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Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
Bill Nelson
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The buzzing of the honeybee
Brings back the sweetest memory
The perfume of our mystery
When we were young
Way over the rainbow
Where twilight still gleams
I turn on my radio
Tune in to my dreams
There I go again
There I go again
There I go again
In childhood's winter wonderland
I held a snowball in my hand
The snowflakes turned to shifting sand
When we were young
Lights flicker in the evening breeze
I shiver with the autumn leaves
Our hearts were always on our sleeves
When we were young
When we were young
The buzzing of the honeybee
Recalls the sweetest memory
The way the world appeared to be
When we were young
When we were young