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That music box on Grandpa's wall
Was magic to my eyes
I loved to hold and try to play
that guitar, twice my size
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I often take the long way 'round
When I am traveling into town
Then I can pass the old homeplace
Tho' little tears run down my face,
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As a young girl, I struggled thru this night of fright
I pled,begged and cried to the doctors in white
Then finally the most precious cry on this earth
My firstborn's arrival, proclaiming his birth.
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The Magic Music Box
That music box on Grandpa's wall
Was magic to my eyes
I loved to hold and try to play
that guitar, twice my size
One day, I thought of nothing else
So, when the school bell rang
I was off to Grandpa's house
To strum those strings again
I waded thru two babbling brooks
Loving every step I took
Then paused to smell the sweet incense
Of honeysuckles on the fence
They'll miss me home at suppertime
But I think dad knows he can find
His little girl at Grandpa's house
with that guitar across her lap
Then found a guitar, all her own
Would keep his little girl at home
And Happy too!, for I play well
Tho' years have passed, I love it still.
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