May you carry soul by the truck load,
May you not grow mold on your manifold.
And may you build bridges that ain't got no end.
And may you sing for the King and the fisherman's friend.
May you travel under a silvery moon
In the pleasant comp’ny of a woman who swoons.
And your simple words, may she find them wise.
And may you wake up in the morning with her by your side.
May you never have to explain the ways you feel.
May you always have a fresh hand on the wheel.
And if you get tired I hope you lay down
and dream about your children jumping up and down.
I pray the blessing all along your road.
I pray the sun shines down wherever you go.
Don't worry bout your suffering cause it'll be all right.
You cast a beautiful shadow the way your standing in the light.
May you carry soul by the truck load,
May you not grow mold on your manifold.
And may you build bridges that ain't got no end.
And may you sing for the King and the fisherman's friend.
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