We Are the Guests - Daughters & Sons

Give me my strings and make a poet out of me
I gave attention and a shiny ring to make history
But it doesn't make sense to make sense of it all
A great friend can contend with a loved one
And I'm placing my feet on a steady repeat
By my bones may wear weary
My jubilee runs deep
They count money for most, but not for me
I'll count minutes of sweet promenade as a victory
And it's time to sing in tomorrow
To dance with your daughters and sons
Oh, and it's right to make time for each other
To dance with your daughters and sons
We're the lucky ones 
We got a mandolonious strummin'
And a beat boomin' with our feet 
Take a hand take a seat bring it back
Our blood runs deep 
And my heart pounds in time 
Like a wind chime brother swing this way, this side
Oh, and it's time to sing in tomorrow
To dance with your daughters and sons
Oh, and it's right to make time for each other
To dance with your daughters and sons

Written by:
Clay Graber

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