To the tune of Canaan's Land

To Ramblewood I'll Get-A-Way
Where the soul of man ever sings
My car is packed, my fees are paid
Where the soul of man ever sings.

(chorus)
Dear friends there'll be many glad hellos
And chilly morning showers
Where all our voices rise up as one
In song in the late night hours.

We are out-a-here!

Janie