We were waltzing that night in Kentucky,
'neath the beautiful harvest moon,
And I was the boy who was lucky,
But it all ended too soon.
As I sit here alone in the moonlight,
I can see your smiling face,
And I long once more for your embrace,
In that beautiful Kentucky waltz.
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