Long, long ago, someone I know
had a little red canoe, in it room for only two
Love found its start, then in my heart,
and like a flower grew.
Drifting with the current down a moonlit stream,
while above the heavens in their glory gleam
And the stars on high twinkle in the sky
Seeming in a paradise of love divine,
dreaming of a pair of eyes that looked in mine
Beautiful Ohio, in dreams again I see
visions of what used to be.
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