By Original Work
Rise %s the railroad,
We work all day in the prison yard,
With rest at last in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And warm shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And light fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So work all day and play, friends,
With rest at last filling each day,
Till stars guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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