'round in back of the arches, down Sunnyside Lane where the black of the arches never seem to remain. that's where I used to be as happy as a multi-millionaire ev'rybody there a jolly-good pal. 'round in back of the arches, there's a lining of blue there's a crack in the grey skies for the sun to come through and when the storm clouds are all over, I shall greet old pals again, round in back of the arches, down sunnyside lane.

I'm a guy, who's never going to roam again, once he's in the old home town. by-and-by I'll see my little home again, then I'm going to settle down. 'round in back of the arches, down Sunnyside lane, where the black of the arches, never seem to remain and when the storm clouds are all over, I shall greet old pals again, 'round in back of the arches, down sunnyside lane.

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