By Original Work
All %s the railroad,
We swing the pick at the dock,
With hard times here in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swing the pick and sing, friends,
With hard times here filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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