By Original Work
Swing %s that hammer,
We work all day in the sun,
With rest at last in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So work all day and dance, friends,
With rest at last filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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