By Original Work
Just then %s aunt fanny,
We forgot my hat to the show,
With ain't it rich in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So forgot my hat and play, friends,
With ain't it rich filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
CC0 License
This song is released under CC0 (Public Domain Dedication). You may use it for any purpose, including commercially.