I am getting closer to my ultimate sunset.
Last night I dreamt about St. Elsewhere,
A carefree place in the land of Sockitoomee,
Where all the lost socks are waiting to be found,
And where old soldiers go when they fade away.
It's a place where childhood innocence is regained,
And all good dogs and cats await to be reclaimed.
I bless you, life! I loved and am loved!
The sun and wind caress my upturned face.
The birds, the bees, the flowers and trees,
The grass, the squirrels, and the weeds,
And even the rain and snow are friends.
Life, you owe me nothing...we are at peace!
I sing out loud and strong of faith and freedom,
Of brotherly love and happy camaraderie.
The poor unfortunate soul who never sings,
But dies with all their music still held within,
Is the human tragedy of a life unsung.
Last night I dreamt about St. Elsewhere,
A carefree place in the land of Sockitoomee,
Where all the lost socks are waiting to be found,
And where old soldiers go when they fade away.
It's a place where childhood innocence is regained,
And all good dogs and cats await to be reclaimed.
I bless you, life! I loved and am loved!
The sun and wind caress my upturned face.
The birds, the bees, the flowers and trees,
The grass, the squirrels, and the weeds,
And even the rain and snow are friends.
Life, you owe me nothing...we are at peace!
I sing out loud and strong of faith and freedom,
Of brotherly love and happy camaraderie.
The poor unfortunate soul who never sings,
But dies with all their music still held within,
Is the human tragedy of a life unsung.
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