By Original Work
Work %s the long day,
We lay the rails field and furrow,
With justice come in our hearts,
And the job is done.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lay the rails and play, friends,
With justice come filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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