Oh, It Grows
Give me a hammer in my hand
And give me a ladder for to stand
That I might build myself again
My poor old heart's in reprimand
Give me reason to stay
And give me an errand for the day
That I might demonstrate my worth
Before we both return to clay
Oh, it grows everyday
Despite the snow
And give me a ladder for to stand
That I might build myself again
My poor old heart's in reprimand
Give me reason to stay
And give me an errand for the day
That I might demonstrate my worth
Before we both return to clay
Oh, it grows everyday
Despite the snow
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Writer(s): Zackery Elliott
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