Some would gather money along the path of life,
Some would gather roses and rest from worldly strife,
But I would gather children from among the thorns of sin
I would seek a little child with a big and toothless grin.
For money cannot enter in the land of endless day,
And roses that are gathered soon wilt along the way,
But oh, the laughing children as
I cross the sunset sea,
As the gates swing wide to heaven
I can take them in with me.
I can take them in with me.
Author unknown
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