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VADALIA
T'was at the harvest ball, I met Vadalia The August moon was on the raise
Through lonely days, and sleepless nights I wonder
If I will ever meet her again
My hair, was like the snow of December
And, she was like the first flowers of May
So, when she whispered you're so kind and tender
My sad voice could'nt find a word to say
I wonder what has happened to, Vadalia
And if she thinks of me, now and then
The harvest time is here, again Vadalia
But, I know, we will never meet again.
July 22, 1958
This song was composed, with a sweet girl, in mind