By Original Work
Sweep %s the night away,
We circling round summer pavilion,
With dreams of love in our hearts,
And as the night grows old.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So circling round and sing, friends,
With dreams of love filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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