.I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse down a pretty little lane
Where yellow daisies make a pathway to the fields of golden grain.
There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago; Something
Tells me that I'm welcome where the Black-eyed Susans grow.
Her daddy's .
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