All my fountains are in you my hope of life each day

My chance to breathe

My heart that beats thanks to God my king

Hurriedly I go to do to do my daily things

To work to to toil to strive to live to life to life to bring

To home to come at evening time to sit with you and rest

Awhile

To smile and just to know

That though I’m grown

A man I’m like a child father

Father I’m your child

Thank you

Hubert Rondeau

 

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