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Greene Jack Best Of The Best Of Jack Greene

Somewhere there should be for all the world to see a statue of a fool made of stone An image of a man who let love slip through his hands And then just

I'll keep on dreaming until my dreams come true Until these arms of mine surround you all the time I'll keep on dreaming until my dreams come true Until

What locks the door to the world you're living in what kind of key do I need to get in I tried anything from solid gold to cent What locks the door

Sunday morning and I'd best be on my way got a feelin' it will be a busy day Doing something I'm not looking forward to wish I didn't have to miss you

All the time yes darling all the time tenderly constantly I'll love you Every day I'll prove it every way in happiness or in loneliness I'll love you

Jack-In-The-Green no place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier carries the green flag all the winter long. Jack