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Album: Patches of Blue
We remember that day like a sweet summer dream
on a hot southern night, Georgia peaches and cream
knowing when she arrives, Oh the joy it will mean
We were waiting for Zoey
Oooooo oooooo oooo
Well we laughed and we dreamed through those late days of June
and we walked and we talked in the light of the moon
the cicadas they sang and the lilies, they did bloom
they were waiting for Zoey
But she's taking, taking her own sweet time
Already breaking, breaking this old heart of mine
Sometimes you might find for a child to be born
it's a course with the force of a wild Dixie storm
but the darkness gives way
to a glorious morning
no more waiting for Zoey
Oooooo oooooo oooo x2
Well your mama she's kind and your daddy so true
and I promise you child, they will carry you through
When storm clouds appear there'll be patches of blue
always waiting for Zoey
She'll be taking, taking her own sweet time
She'll be waking, waking this old heart of mine
We remember that day like a sweet summer dream
on a hot southern night, Georgia peaches and cream
knowing when she arrives, Oh the joy it will mean
We were waiting for Zoey
Oooooo oooooo oooo x4
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