SunShine DixieLand Company
Where do we go when we fall asleep?
In that silent, and spiritual realm
When we raise our sails o'er the cosmic deep
What course do we set at the helm?
Or do we drift down the stellar streams
Toward the eddies of that celestial tide?
What worlds of wonder will fill our dreams
Where angelic beings... abide?
The King has said, "Ye are gods"
Joint heirs to His kingly crown
But flesh and blood feeds wormy sods
As eons of time come spiraling down
"Oh ye of little faith", with eyes you cannot see
What fills the darkness out in space, is that...
that you shall be!
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