Sleeping At Last - North
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we will Gcall this Cplace our Ghome,
the dirt in wChich our Groots may Emgrow.
though the Gstorms will pEmush and Gpull,
we will Ccall this Gplace our Dhome.
weâll tellC our stoDries on tGhese walls.
every yeDar, Bmmeasure how Emtall.
and just Dlike a Cwork of Gart,
weâll tell Emour stoCries on tGhese walls.
let the Cyears weâGre herEme be kindC, be kind.
let our Ghearts, like Emdoors, open Cwide, open Gwide.
settle our Cbones like Gwood over Dtime, over Gtime.
give us Gbread, give us sDalt, give us Gwine.
a little Cbroken, a Glittle Emnew.
we are the Gimpact Dand the Cglue.
capaDble of Gmore Bmthan we Emknow,
we call this fDixer uCpperG home.
with each Emyear, our Ccolor Gfades.
slowly, Cour paint cGhips Daway.
but we will Cfind the Dstrength and the Gnerve it Dtakes
to Emrepaint and Drepaint and Crepaint Gevery Emday.
let the Cyears weâGre herEme be kindC, be kind.
let our Ghearts, like Cdoors, open Gwide, open Amwide.
settle our bCones like Gwood over Emtime, over Dtime.
give us Gbread, give us Csalt, give us Gwine.
let the Cyears weâGre herEme be kindC, be kind.
let our Ghearts, like Cdoors, open Gwide, open Amwide.
settle our Cbones like Gwood over Emtime, over Dtime.
give us Gbread, give us Csalt, give us Gwine.
give us Gbread, give us Emsalt, give us Gwine.
smaller Gthan dust Con this Gmap
lies the Cgreatest Gthing we Emhave:
the dirt in Gwhich our Emroots may Ggrow
and the Cright to Gcall it Emhome.