By Original Work
Rise %s the railroad,
We work all day field and furrow,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And and that's a fact.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So work all day and play, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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