By Original Work
Swing %s the levee,
We cut the cane in the mill,
With family waiting in our hearts,
And till the weekend comes.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let love fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So cut the cane and sing, friends,
With family waiting filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our love for aye.
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