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