He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that s growing thin Yet he didn t have so very far to go With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned With a mere step in the mountain to a light Craise Finton Kirk
see him go
on his way Oh they don t know where he is Very very nice
very very nice Even in the morning when he slept Something odd is missing There s nothing very much to talk about And nothing very much to see Craise Finton Kirk
see him go
on his way oh they don t know where he is Very very nice
very very nice Talks about the place he d like to go And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow Yet you wouldn t think he d be so hard to find Yet he looks so very busy but there s nothing on his mind And his wavy hair continues not to grow Craise Finton Kirk
see him go
on his way oh they don t know where he is Very very nice
very very nice Craise Finton Kirk
see him go
on his way Oh they don t know where he is Very very nice
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