The Parting Glass
I am sorting through the feelings in my heart, shuffling through all the memories in my head, and finding nuggets of gold that can now only be placed in the pockets of my heart.
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
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