THE LAND THAT IS CALLED LONG AGO. There's a lane where the blackberries grow, A lane only you and
... THE LAND THAT IS CALLED LONG AGO. There's a lane where the blackberries grow, A lane only you and I know. Where tho hedge is so high that it tickles tho sky. In the Land that is called Long Ago. There's stream that is winding and slow Where bulrushes ...