Long, Long Ago, Someone I Know had A Little Red Canoe, in It Room For Only Two, love Found Its Start, Then In My Heart and Like A Flower Grew
drifting With The Current Down A Moonlit Stream while Above The Heavens In Their Glory Gleam and The Stars On High, Twinkle In The Sky seeming In A Paradise Of Love Divine dreaming Of A Pair Of Eyes That Looked In Mine beautiful Ohio, In Dreams Again I See visions Of What Used To Be.