Dear Heart and Gentle People Songtext
von Perry Como

I love those dear hearts . . . an′ gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Will never, ever, let you down!

They read the ′Good-Book' . . . from Fri 'till Monday,
That′s how the weekend goes!
I′ve got a 'dream-house′ . . . I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . an′ ramblin' rose!

I feel so welcome . . . each time that I return,
That my happy heart keeps laughin′ like a clown
I love those dear hearts . . . an' gentle people,
Who live an' love in my home town!

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I love those people!


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I love those dear hearts . . . an′ gentle people,
Who live in my home town,
Because those dear hearts . . . an′ gentle people,
Will never, ever let you down!

They read the 'Good-Book′ . . . from Fri 'till Monday,
That′s how the weekend goes!
I've got a ′dream-house' . . . I'll build there one day,
With a picket-fence . . . and a ramblin′ rose!

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I love the dear hearts . . . an′ gentle people,
Who shout a friendly 'Hi′ . . .
When they go passin' by . . .
Who live an′ love in my home town!
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Ah! These are my kinda people!