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We were waltzing in the light of the old Virginia moon As the fiddles played thier music so low I was happy as a king with the girl of my dream Until she whispered sweetheart I must go Oh, I'll never forget the night when we met You found me when my heart was low Now my heart will always yearn 'Til the day when you return And we'll dance to the Old Virginia Waltz