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Little Lila Raine

She is home in Tennessee
Little Lila Raine
Pretty as a willow tree
Little Lila Raine

Caterpillar on the floor
Little Lila Raine
Sunshine dances in your door
Little Lila Raine

Oh, little Lila
Little Lila Raine
Oh, little Lila
Little Lila Raine

You’re my little sugar bean
Little Lila Raine
Lucky clover on the green
Little Lila Raine

Tell me what you did today
Little Lila Raine
Skip and sing and laugh and play
Little Lila Raine

Oh, little Lila
Little Lila Raine
Oh, little Lila
Little Lila Raine

Black cat purrs beside the fire
Little Lila Raine
Red squirrel runs across the wire
Little Lila Raine

When the moon drops off to bed
Little Lila Raine
Put a rosebud by his head
Little Lila Raine

Oh Little Lila
Little Lila Raine
Oh, little Lila
Little Lila Raine

Tiny mermaid loves to dream
Little Lila Raine
Splashing down a lazy stream
Little Lila Raine

Kiss your mama, hug your pa
Little Lila Raine
Crows in the tree, go caw - caw
Little Lila Raine

Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine,
Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine

Always tell the day hello
Little Lila Raine
Night’s your time to sleep and grow
Little Lila Raine

Button mouth and bluebell eyes
Little Lila Raine
Sing your rag doll lullabies
Little Lila Raine

Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine,
Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine

Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine,
Oh, little Lila,
Little Lila Raine

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