By Original Work
I went %s old uncle zeke,
We bumped my nose downtown,
With merry mess in our hearts,
And ain't it rich.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So bumped my nose and play, friends,
With merry mess filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.