OLD COUNTRY

ALL I DO IS CLOSE MY EYES

THINK OF YOU AND GO

BACK ALONG THE AVENUE

THAT I MISS MOST OF ALL

(Cho.)

AND IT’S THAT OLD COUNTRY

THAT NEVER SEEMED SO FINE

I MISS YOU BUT, CONNECTICUT

YOU’RE JUST A STATE OF MIND

OLD FAMILIAR APPLE TREES

MOODY BLUESY SKIES

SAY TO ME HOW LONG IT’S BEEN

AND OLD FRIENDS ASK ME WHY

(Cho.)

ALL YOUR WOODS AND OLD MILL STREAMS

ON AN OLD OCTOBER DAY

NEVER LOOKED SO GOOD TO ME

‘TIL I STOOD SO FAR AWAY

SO TELL THE LEAVES TO TURN FOR ME

FLAME AND INDIAN BROWN

AND I WILL SEE THEM IN MY DREAMS

AS THEY COME TUMBLING DOWN

(Cho.)

TELL THE LEAVES TO TURN FOR ME

TELL THE LEAVES TO TURN FOR ME

TELL THE LEAVES TO TURN FOR ME

OLD COUNTRY,  © 1980, FRIENDS IN THE 1970’s, Jas Hilsdon