I often think how happy things We mine in such abundance That I thought carelessly of each As some type of redundance. I often wish I didn't know The things I've chanced to learn; But when you've seen the light up close, You always feel The burn
I often think how happy things We mine in such abundance That I thought carelessly of each As some type of redundance. I often wish I didn't know The things I've chanced to learn; But when you've seen the light up close, You always feel The burn