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We were waltzing in the light of the old Virginia moonAs the fiddles played their music so lowI was happy as a king with the girl of my dreamUntil she whispered sweetheart I must go Oh I'll never forget the night when we met You found me when my heart was low Now my heart will always yearn 'Til the day when you return And we'll dance to the Old Virginia Waltz From Letras Mania