Peter & La Mae
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Peter Voiss
Bigger Coldfields
Through deserts and hills tramand your feet
Friend to man, true and bolt and hard
Your grandy carried Jesus through Reneralem's
With golden dreams you and I
you and I must part.
You still will eat in meadow lawn
Where larks bathing in mountain springs
with buck, dee and fawn
may play
Where natures life of frudom sings
Our Lord's call to bigger goldfields I depart
My lonesome trail may be rough and long
There is a deep sorrow in
That I cannot take ye faitful soul along
heart
my
Copyright by Peter Voist 1938
