Virginia Waltz

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We were waltzing in the light of the old Virginia moon
As the fiddles played their music so low
I was happy as a king with the girl of my dream
Until she whispered sweetheart I must go

   Oh I’ll never forget the night when we met
   You found me when my heart was low
   Now my heart will always yearn
   ‘Til the day when you return
   And we’ll dance to the Old Virginia Waltz