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Oh, Sister of Alexandria Hair is golden like the sun Watery blue eyes reflect the vista And the azure sky above Oh, look down to the valley, What a sight to behold Hold me, Sister of Alexandria I think I may be getting old. Come on up, I wanna go on up Come on down, I wanna go on down. Oh, Sister of Alexandria Why can I only see you once a year? When the sun pours down upon the Sierra But traps a coldness that freezes fear (repeat 2 & 3) From Letras Mania