large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_32_64kb_3
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_32_64kb
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that was the sweetest dream of all, When I was a boy, a little boy! I'd like to sleep where I used to sleep When I was a boy, a little boy! THAT WAS THE SWEETEST DREAM OF ALL WHEN I WAS A BOY A LITTLE BOY I'D LIKE TO SLEEP WHERE I USED TO SLEEP WHEN I WAS A BOY A LITTLE BOY
hat smiteth me when I sing my song over and over again: "Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow!" "Swing high and swing low "-- The sea singeth so, And it waileth anon in its ebb and its flow; And a sleeper sleeps on to that song of the sea Nor recketh he ever of mine or of me! "Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow-- 'T was off for a sailor thy father would go!" WHEN I WAS A BOY Up in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the moonlight crept, Bringing a tide of dreams that swept Over the low, red trundle-bed, Bathing the tangled curly head, While moonbeams played at hide-and-seek With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek-- When I was a boy, a little boy! And, oh! the dreams--the dreams I dreamed! When I was a boy, a little boy! For the grace that through the lattice streamed Over my folded eyelids seemed To have the gift of prophecy, And to bring me glimpses of times to be When manhood's clarion seemed to call-- Ah!  TWICE FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT EL I B R I V O X DADAWARE G RECORDING WESQUID VASLOKHOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD WHEN I WAS A BOY UP IN THE ATTIC WHY SLEPT WHEN I WAS A BOY A LITTLE BOY IN THROUGH THE LATTICE THE MOONLIGHT CREPT BRINGING A TIDE OF DREAMS THAT SWEPT OVER THE LOW RED TRUNDLE BED BATHING THE TANGLED CURLY HEAD WHILE MOONBEAMS PLAYED AT HIDE AND SEEK WITH THE DIMPLES ON THE SUN BROWNED CHEEK WHEN I WAS A BOY A LITTLE BOY AND OH THE DREAMS THE DREAMS I DREAMED WHEN I WAS A BOY A LITTLE BOY FOR THE GRACE THAT THROUGH THE LATTICE STREAMED OVER MY FOLDED EYELIDS SEEMED TO HAVE THE GIFT OF PROPHECY AND TO BRING ME GLIMPSES OF TIMES TO BE WHEN MANHOOD'S CLARION SEEMED TO CALL AH
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