Dear Hearts and Gentle People — текст песни (Perry Como)

I love those dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the `Good-Book` . . . from Fri `till Monday,
That`s how the weekend goes!
I`ve got a `dream-house` . . . I`ll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . an` ramblin` rose!

I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin` like a clown
I love those dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Who live an` love in my home town!

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I love those people!

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I love those dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!

They read the `Good-Book` . . . from Fri `till Monday,
That`s how the weekend goes!
I`ve got a `dream-house` . . . I`ll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin` rose!

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I love the dear hearts . . . an` gentle people,
Who shout a friendly `Hi` . . .
When they go passin` by . . .
Who live an` love in my home town!
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Ah! These are my kinda people!