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The lonely days they pass so slowly
As I walk on through the land
The children of the new tomorrow
Are right here by my hand
The tasks that I was chosen for
Will take the rest of my life
But at the end of this long and lonely trail
Happiness I'd befriend

The days are long and the nights are cold
As the years pass slowly by
The pot of gold at the end of the road
Will keep us all in line
He promised us a land of green
Where children could be free
But as long as walk this hard road
It could never be


Well, the time has come to deliver
To paradise on the hill
It took 40 years of long hard labour
To reach this promised land
But looking back at the lonely times long past
It was a small price we were paying
For the happiness of the world
The foundations were being laid, laid, laid

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