By Original Work
Swing %s the railroad,
We lay the rails on the railroad,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lay the rails and sing, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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