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I'm dreaming of the green hills and of dear old dad _
Always was the best friend a drifter ever had _
He took me off to school one day, it's then I saw the light _
Now I'm a firm be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
And I will never marry un til I've had my fill _
There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will _
As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight _
I'll be a firm be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
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I'm dreaming of the green hills and of dear old dad _
I'm dreaming of the homestead where I was just a lad _
I'm dreaming of the woodland in the pale moon light _
They don't hold a candle to the pleasures of the night _ _ _
For I will never marry un til I've had my fill _
There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will _
As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight _
I'll be a firm be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
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When a man becomes a drifter his road is often rough _
He has so many problems 'cause he never gets e nough _
But with his way of living to choose he has the right _
He is a true be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
For I will never marry un til I've had my fill _
There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will _
As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight _
I'll be a firm be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
I'll be a firm be liever in the pleasures of the night _ _ _
