Pass the weed
And pass the bottle
Pass the happy times around
And sing to me the stories of
The people who were found
In the laughter
And the clamor
In the music
And the games
In the barrios and bar rooms
In the rivers and the flames
Yes, they are all here with us
And we wonder how it’s so
There’s no past and no tomorrow
Just this joyful Broadway show
And the lights are now upon us
The applause is raining down
And we bow before its presence
And we hear it like a song
And the voices all say, “Well done!”
As the flowers do unfold
And the fragrance of the moment
Is so precious to behold
And We’ll play again this morning
And our stories all be told
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