The Old Home Place

de Gene Autry

This little old band of gold is the one my mother wore
And I have saved it for someone like you
This little old band of gold is for you alone my love
For you remind me of someone I knew
When church bells ring we’ll hear the choir sing
The sweetest story ever told
Our skies will be blue and fair
Oh what happiness we’ll share
The day you wear this little old band of gold

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