Best Wishes

I hope that someday

Money grows from your tree

And all your heartache

Packs up his bags and leaves

I hope all your troubles

Blow away the breeze

And all of your struggles

Then work out eventually

And you'd feel free, free

I hope that your father (father)

Found his pease, let it be

And that your mother (mother)

Finished work before 93

I hope all their struggles

Washed away in the sea

And all of their troubles

They got out eventually

And now they're free, free

Free