Sailing On a Four Leaf Clover
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Sailing away on my four-leaf clover
The mossy gray stone is no mystery
Up inside this stone lives my past
Sometimes I fear that my memories
Just seem to be fading way to fast
The green stone is so beautiful to see
It tis’ the stone representing my today
Where all is as beautiful as it can be
For it is with the Angels I pray
The blue stone is as deep as the sky
No one knows what the future holds
In it I see the world waiting for me
And all of the stories I have yet told
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Sailing away on my four-leaf clover
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