Текст песни
One
week
in
April
Azaleas
blooming
An
American
treasure
The
rite
of
spring
A
patron
nation
Augusta
journey
The
destination
You
hold
so
dear
And
I
love
the
Masters
One
week
in
April
When
I
was
young
I
dreamed
of
Presents
under
the
tree
'Cause
I
love
the
Masters
I
love
the
Masters
One
week
in
April
Is
a
Christmas
present
to
me
Skipping
balls
on
16
The
par
3 contest
Honorary
starters
Warm
your
heart
smile
The
back
nine
crowd
roar
It
shakes
the
hillsides
Sends
chills
up
your
spine
Sends
chills
up
mine
And
I
love
the
Masters
One
week
in
April
When
I
was
young
I
dreamed
of
Presents
under
the
tree
'Cause
I
love
the
Masters
I
love
the
Masters
One
week
in
April
Is
a
Christmas
present
to
me
A
cup
of
cheer,
a
souvenir
The
minute
she's
great
every
year
Sweet
magic
memories
in
my
mind
They
touch,
they
thrill
me
Every
time
One
week
in
April
Azaleas
blooming
An
American
treasure
The
rite
of
spring
And
I
love
the
Masters
One
week
in
April
When
I
was
young
I
dreamed
of
Presents
under
the
tree
'Cause
I
love
the
Masters
I
love
the
Masters
Harney,
Jack
and
Tiger
Bobby
Jones
sweet
history
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