Аккорды Прикольные песни - Where The Columbines Grow

[Verse 1]
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Where the snowy peaks gleam in the moonlight,
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Above the dark forests of pine,
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And the wild foaming waters dash onward,
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Toward lands where the tropic stars shine;
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Where the scream of the bold mountain eagle,
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Responds to the notes of the dove,
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Is the purple robed West, the land that is best,
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The pioneer land that we love.

[Chorus]
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Tis the land where the columbines grow,
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Overlooking the plains far below,
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While the cool summer breeze in the evergreen trees,
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Softly sings where the columbines grow.

[Verse 2]
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The bison is gone from the upland,
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The deer from the canyon has fled,
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The home of the wolf is deserted,
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The antelope moans for his dead,
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The war whoop re-echoes no longer,
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The Indian's only a name,
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And the nymphs of the grove in their loneliness rove,
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But the columbine blooms just the same.

[Verse 3]
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Let the violet brighten the brookside,
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In sunlight of earlier spring,
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Let the fair clover bedeck the green meadow,
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In days when the orioles sing,
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Let the goldenrod herald the autumn,
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But, under the midsummer sky,
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In its fair Western home, may the columbine bloom,
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Till our great mountain rivers run dry.