The River in Front of Grandma's Yard
The river in front of Grandma's yard,
Listen closely, it's not hard
It's always there, always flowing
In spring when it rains, in winter when snowing
It's such a soothing sound to hear,
Great rhythm and melody in your ear
The river in front of Grandma's yard,
Even now I can hear it 1,800 miles afar
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