Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
We’re so happy you found us.

Onòra went dancing in the morning sun.
She laughed and she rhymed and danced in the sun.
She spun and she twirled through the high noon sun.
Onòra’s entranced by the daytime sun.

Oh Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
We’re so happy you found us.

Onòra snuck slowly beneath the evening moon.
She creeped and she crawled and dipped ’round the moon.
She walked on her hands beneath the bright night moon.
Onòra’s entranced by the mystery moon.

Oh Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
We’re so happy you found us.

You had so many chances and so many ways.
You had so many people and so many days.
You could have stumbled into Paris or paraded to L.A.;
instead you came whispering the Green Mountain way.

Oh Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
Onòra, Onòra, Onòra.
We’re so happy you found us.


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