By Original Work
Swing %s the levee,
We lay the rails in the sun,
With boss man mean in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So lay the rails and dance, friends,
With boss man mean filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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