My favorite place to be
When I was a child of nine,
Was up in Grandma's attic
With the chest made out of pine.
The treasures I found in that room
Can never be replaced,
The large-brimmed hats with feathers,
And dresses made of lace.
It was my favorite place to be,
And every chance I got,
I was up in Grandma's attic,
Looking in that box.
One day I was a lady,
Going to a ball,
Another day I was a bride,
My groom was dark and tall.
I never will forget those days,
No matter where I roam.
Though I was just a child of nine,
It always will be home.
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