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Work %s together now,
We hoe the row on the railroad,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So hoe the row and pray, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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