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Words and Music by WILL S. HAYS. 
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1. When the moon is bright-ly beam-ing, And the 
2. I can see the red gate swing-ing On its 
B. I can see the blue smoke curl - ing From the 
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=t 
-,V 
stars 
be - 
gin 
to 
peep, 
And 
the 
gen 
- tie 
breeze 
of sum - 
mer 
Rocks 
the 
ros - 
es 
all to 
sleep; 
Then 
I 
hing - 
es 
to 
and 
fro, 
As 
it 
did 
when 
I 
swung on 
it, 
Ala - 
ny, 
ma - 
ny 
years a - 
go; 
I 
can 
chim - 
ney 
built 
of 
clay, 
And 
the 
air 
is 
rich - 
ly freight - 
ed 
With 
the 
smell 
of 
new - mown 
hay; 
And 
1 
' 
: “. 
s =; -qs =i "4 :j 
— 
— 
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—L 
to 
hear 
the 
mu - 
sic 
Of 
the 
gen - 
tie 
run - 
ning 
rill, 
As 
it 
dan 
the 
cow - 
bells 
ring - 
ing, 
And 
the 
clat - 
ter 
of 
the 
mill, 
And 
I 
feel 
en 
think 
that 
na - 
ture 
All 
her 
mis - 
sion 
did 
ful - 
till, 
When 
she 
made 
pal 
ace 
In the 
cm onus 
