Bigger Coldfields!
Through diserts and hills tramand your feet
Friend to man, true and bolt and hard
Your grandy carried Jesus through Jeneralinis
With golden dreams you and
ou and I must streef
+ part.-
You still will eat in meadow lawn.
Where larks bathing in mountain springs
may play
Where natures life,
with buck doe and",
and fawn
life of prudom sings
Our Lord's call to bigger gold fields I depart
My lonesome trail may be rough and long
deep
heart
sorrow in
my
There is a
That I cannot take ye faitful soul along
Copyright by
Peter Voiss
1938
