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Show SPRINGTIME IN THE SOUTH In tho vnlloya that llo to tho Southward, South-ward, Thero's a place where tho peach blossoms bloom, And each meadow lark, robbln, und black bird, lu warbling a Joyous spring tune. It's nest building tlnio for tho songsters, song-sters, In meadows nook, shrub, nnd tree, And tho luro of tho South In tho springtime, la cnlllng softly, to me. Whcro placid brooks glldo through tho meadows, Whero pussy willows swny in tho breozo. Where violets spring from tho grassy banks, To welcomo their lovers tho bees; Whcro contented cowb graze In tho pastures. Tho ployman's Bong, lusty nnd freo Hears n message of spring In tho southland, Which Is calling Eottly to mo. In tho ovenlng tho brcczo through tho vnlloys, la laden with rarest perfume Tho breath of the clustering lilies, And tho orchard's extravagant bloom, A palo moon floats through tho hcav- 1 ens, I And sheds a soft, soothing light, On a dear old vino covered farm I house, Tho sccno of my dreams tonight. And tho dear little maid who lhcs there Tho lass I am longing to see, Is tho spirit of sweet southern spring tlmo, That's calling softly to mo. |