There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams.


The Long, Long Trail (1913)


There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams.

There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams.

There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams.

There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams.