Stephen The Storyteller - We Will Work

Here the train
In the distance
Coming to carry you home
When you're all alone
The fire that has been
Burning for years
Under the hills of Centralia
Close to the core of the earth
Will spark and fire flames
To heat the ground
Underneath of my feet
There's no time for the week
The secret revealed to word
The seven days of the week
We will work
We will work
Like a thief in the night
I reach for the silver knife
To save your life
From that Hollywood of folly wood
That's poisoning these children in the backyards
Where there once was a farm
I turn my head to face
The stories , horizons and dreams
As I spread my seed
Plant it in the fertile soil
The woman is the woe in man
Take heed and understand
The secret revealed to word
The seven days of the week
We will work
No I'll leave you in silence
Forgive you of the past
That I have left
In this temple
You will rest
For a thousand years seems
Like a long way off
Hear is the call
The secret revealed to word
The seven days of the week
We will work
The secret revealed to word
The seven days of the week
We will work
The secret revealed to word
The seven days of the week
We will work
We will work
We will work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work
We will work
Work, Work, Work

Written by:
Stephen Palovcak

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