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VIRGINIA I've traveled the wide world over And I declare it’s true There’s no place like Virginia With her mountain Ridge of Blue. Snow-capped with the blossoms Of the dogwood in the spring. The fragTant scent of roses Makes me dream of a wedding ring. Redbud and mimosa trees Rhododendron, gTand With bluing ualaa and laurel pink. Her woods are a fairyland.
The perfume of the honeysuckle Borne upon the breeze Makes a little bit of heaven For the busy honey bees. I dream of a cozy cottage In a cool and shady dell And I picture, in the doorway, My little southern Belle. In the heart of old Virginia, Home of Washington and Lee, I’ll be as near to heaven As, I guess, I’ll ever be.
-t-J.. Lee Merrell (nom de plume)
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