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On Saturday night, she got angry.
She stormed up the Long Island Sound.
But still she had some tears to shed
So she headed for New York town.
Irene, good night. Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
My baby lives in Manhattan,
But the trains are all shut down.
I’d swim across the East River.
But I fear that I might drown.
Irene, good night. Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
Irene she rides the Cyclone,
She cries on Jersey shore awhile
She stops to play in Far Rockaway,
And dances on Staten Isle.
Irene, good night. Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
Stop your rumbling, stop your cryin’
Stop your thunder don’t turn out the lights.
Go to sleep out on the Ocean
Can’t you hear us sing, Good Night.
Oh, Irene, good night. Irene, good night.
Good night, Irene. Good night, Irene.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
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I was as restless as a thief on the night before his crime. In a time of civil war, is our love worth fighting for. Would you sing to me the whole night through. I could tell by the way you leaned your body in the doorway that your memory would stick with me for a long, long time. When you moved across the room with your body painted blue by the late Autumn Moon that shone through your window pane.
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All the World Is Green
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