Return to long trail (idea)

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams come true;
Till that day I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

Stoddard King, (1889-1933)

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