By Original Work
Just then %s me not to drink,
We scraped my knee through the mud,
With funny business in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So scraped my knee and sing, friends,
With funny business filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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