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Your eyes are as bright, as they were the first night,
As we danced to an old fashioned tune;
In a dusty old schoolhouse on saturday night,
How we laughed as we waltzed 'round the room.
You came from the valleys, to the dark city alleys,
To care for the young and the poor;
And me a young soldier, with medals galore,
Came home from the African war.
How my heart filled with joy as the others passed by,
By the look in their eyes, I well knew,
That never before, as we swept around the floor,
Had they seen someone as lovely as you.
Your hair shone like gold, a joy to behold,
Your beauty was known far and wide;
There was many a young man, who'd lay down his life,
For one moment to be by your side.
But you gave them no glances, you gave them no dances,
As you gracefully stepped on the floor;
With me a young soldier, with medals galore,
Came home from the African war.
How my heart filled with joy as the others passed by,
By the look in their eyes, I well knew,
That never before, as we swept around the floor,
Had they seen someone as lovely as you.
When the morning had come and the dancing all done,
We would walk in the dawn of the day;
i would tell you tall stories of battles and glories,
And comrades who fell in the fray.
Now the years come and go, still the love that you show,
Is as sweet and as warm as before;
And I a young soldier, with medals galore,
Came home from the African war.
