Page 10 - Copake Granger Newsletter
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I’m a Granger!
For many years, I worked alone, My burdens all I used to bear, No better order I could find,
upon my little farm; Alone, though warn and weak, No truer friends, I know;
but little friendliness was shown. No sturdy friends my ills to share My joyless years are all behind,
Few hearts to mine were warm. Or any kind words to speak. Rejoicing on I go.
One day a patron true I met. But now no crushing load, I dread; My one regret - it isn’t strange -
New light I seemed to see. Hope’s light is on my brow; It wounds me o’re and o’re:
And when he left, my mind was set, I’ve naught to fear, in years ahead, It’s that I did not join the Grange
a Granger, too, to be. For I’m a Granger now A long, long time before.
I’m a Granger, I’m singing on my way. I’m a Granger, I’m singing on my way. I’m a Granger, I’m singing on my way.
I’m happy every day. I’m happy every day. I’m happy every day.
It wounds me o’er and o’re.
It is that I did not join the Grange
A long time before
I’m a Granger singing on my way.
I’m happy every day.
