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A VAGOBONDS'S DREAM
"A VAGABOND'S DREAM"
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O'er life's rushing river,
down through the currents go;
like driftwood, old and withered,
upon the tides I flow;
to a better land I'm dreaming,
where greener grasses grow.
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The route may be rocky
for this old loner be,
but my will is not to waver
as these waters carry me;
to that peaceful place I'm pining,
that lies beyond the sea.
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For beyond the sea and mountains..
runs a rainbow through the sky,
a heavenly path to glory be,
to where the angels fly.
Where , in that land of holy bliss ,
awaits me in tomorrow,
and that rainbow is my solumn wish
to freedom from all sorrow.
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For I dream of peace and basking
in grace and harmony,
of faith and love all lasting ,
but in this world existing is little of this I see !
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So I'm heading down this river,
alone with chains that bond,
but when my journeys over
and all my shackles gone,
I will rest in my blue heaven
out in the vast beyond.
It will then be something greater
for this lonely vagabond !
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William E. Hardison (c)
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