Year Three, Week Forty-One: “Fear of Flying”

Lyrics:

And you’ll face your fear of flying
And you won’t wake with the dead
Watch the cub turn into a lion
Count the gray hairs on your head

By the coal mines sitting empty
By the oxy in your blood
It’s the years of living simply
Since you lost them in the flood

Morning’s coming in a hurry, my love
And evening won’t be far behind
Getting old’s no cause to worry, my love
I still got you on my mind

Set a course for old Montana
Wash your face in melted snow
Things don’t work out like you plan them
Never say I told you so

Morning’s coming in a hurry, my love
And evening won’t be far behind
Getting old’s no cause to worry, my love
I still got you on my mind

May you drink and never stumble
May your winters all be springs
You know that age ain’t nothing but a number
All we got is everything

Morning’s coming in a hurry, my love
And evening won’t be far behind
Getting old’s no cause to worry, my love
I still got you on my mind

Morning’s coming in a hurry, my love
And evening won’t be far behind
Getting old’s no cause to worry, my love
I still got you on my mind

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