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Like the Mountain Laurel in the grove dear My love is, is ever green Like the Mountain Laurel finds the grove dear I'll find you again Where the mountain breezes blow There's a place I long to go You'll be waiting there I know In the pine and we'll climb Into the hills we knew in days gone by When your heart was gay and so was I And we'll find a love we left behind Long ago, long ago