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Words and Music by : Fred Brooks | ||||||||||||||||||||||
Recorded by Harry
Belafonte on: 45 : EPA9099, LP : LPM1927, SYD030, CSJ-586, SX-215, NA-514, SX-1 Tape: CPS-152 CD: RGMCD006 |
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Lyrics: Green grow the lilacs all sparkling with dew Green grow the lilacs when winter is thru Each time I see lilacs my heart breaks in two Cause springtime is here and its here without you As sure as the bluebirds that fly up above Springtime is sad without someone to love Yes springtime is sad and it troubles my mind In a world full of women, not one girl is mine Green grow the lilacs all sparkling with dew Green grow the lilacs when winter is thru Each time I see lilacs my heart breaks in two Cause springtime is here and its here without you They say that its best to forget what we had Then it is to remember and always be said But still I keep wondering each now and then If ever Ill see you and kiss you again Green grow the lilacs all sparkling with dew Green grow the lilacs when winter is thru Each time I see lilacs my heart breaks in two Cause springtime is here and its here without you |
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