Remember us, remember us, Amelia,
The moss and marsh, the boulder and the bog
Will-of-the-wisp and forest fog
And ponds where blooms the tiger lily.
The queen of fall, of dull November
Where reeds stand tall, where forests call,
It burns clear for all to see her:
Amelia, remember us, remember.
The crags and hills where pines grow,
The cracks in rock where bright creeks flow,
That home we know, and love it so,
Where ponds are red with tiger lily,
Where snow drifts through rolling mist
The air is sweet and grass is crisp,
Like stars, lit up will-of-the-wisp
Come follow it below.
Remember us, remember us, Amelia!
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