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A place out on the ocean I go now and then,
Way out on the ocean to be with my best friend;
There was no finer, and oh, I know her well,
We kissed along the water... she was the Village Belle.
Softer than a whisper I used to breathe her name,
I would never leave her, she would be the same;
There was no finer, and oh, I know her well,
We kissed along the water... she was the Village Belle.
In the springtime or lying in the snow,
Or comin' around the harbour when the wild wind used to blow;
There was no finer, and oh I know her well,
We kissed along the water... she was the Village Belle.
There was no finer, and oh I loved her well,
We kissed along the water... she was the Village Belle.
