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THE GOLDEN CROWN
I'm on the road, the heavenly road—
That leads to the heavenly gate, And the crossroads wind, and the crossroads lead
And I haven't got long to wait; My back is bent and my feet are worn—
And my head is almost bare, But that golden crown, am a coming down
When I get ready to wear.
When I get ready, when I get ready—
When I get ready to wear, That golden crown, am a coming down
When I get ready to wear.
The road is long, and the road is hard—
And dangers oft beset, But I dry my eyes with a heavenly smile
Whenever they get wet; And the crossroads wind, and the crossroads lead
And the briers tear and tear, But that golden crown, am a coming down—
When I get ready to wear.
When I get ready, when I get ready—
When I get ready to wear, That golden crown, am a coming down
When I get ready to wear.
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