"Here, Here and Here" as written by and Meg Frampton....
The time of my life, a record of myself
An accurate sketch of perfect health
A roof on my head, shoes on my feet
Plenty of room, plenty to eat

Been very far, made lots of friends
And I love my mother, hope to see her again
I'm a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
I laugh often so I suppose I'm gonna be fine

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing"
And that's all we do
We just write and play and write and play and write and

Here, here and here
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said "here, here and here"
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

Here, here and here
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears
He said "here, here and here"
He pointed to his heart and mind and ears

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)

Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)
Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)


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"Here, Here and Here" as written by Meg Frampton

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