By Original Work
Heave %s the levee,
We build the walls in the mill,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And the working's done.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So build the walls and sing, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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