� GOOD Stuchez � � Love's wealth of grass upon it, Where early falls the dew, And twice there that any lorry, Gave me her fondest cheer. � � Gave me her broadest joy, Gave me still the love she'll be, And the lovely lorry any lorry, I will daily move and play. � � � Her love is like a stormy, Her land is like the sun, Her grace is like the rain, And her love's not so mild. � � That in the sunshine, And on the wind her mind, And the lovely lorry any lorry, I will daily move and play. � � � That along the tower line, Is the flower where we'll be, And I'll lift her out the sky, Her voice is love I'll sing. � � Her voice is low and sweet, And she's all the world to me, And the lovely lorry any lorry, I will daily move and play. � �
