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I am thinking of the Springtime / On the farm out in the West, / When my world held nothing for me that I wanted, / (Save a courage all undaunted), / And my foolish little rhymes, / Were but heart beats, rung in chimes, / That I sounded, just to ease my life's unrest. / Yes, I sang them, and I rang them, / Just to ease my youth's unrest.
When I heard the name of London, / In that early day, afar, / In that Springtime of my Country over yonder, / Then I used to sit and wonder / If the day would come to me, / When my ship should cross the sea, / To the land that seemed as distant as a star. / In my dreaming, ever gleaming / Like a distant unknown star.