As far as the feelings of this world are fit to show the othernI’m anxious for the time when we nWe’ll be one anothernAs happy as I think I amnAs see more bright papernI got bows and ribbonsnAnd I’m not close to finishingnnYou can’t take it along with younnHow can I keep cheer on my soulnWhen the crooks have breached the neighborhood wallnThere’s much I treasure more I hoardnI feel I won’t hold you much morenAnd at the hour you won’t guessnHe will come surprise his guestnI got bows and ribbons nI aint close to finishingnnChorusnnBet you guess that I drop the word doubt a lotnnChorus