With a pocket full of gold
As the least of your wealth.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true;
The kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.
May the friendships you make,
Be those which endure;
And all of your grey clouds
Be small ones for sure.
And trusting in Him
To Whom we all pray;
May a song fill your heart,
Every step of the way.
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