By Original Work
Rise %s the chain gang,
We cut the cane on the railroad,
With rest at last in our hearts,
And for tomorrow too.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let laughter fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and sing, friends,
With rest at last filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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