THE OLDEST LESSON
Laurels ain't no restin' place at all.
No matter what we do, or what we've done.
No matter what we've given, there's a movin' Heaven.
Everyday we each must travel on.
Laurels ain't no restin' place at all.
Laurels ain't no restin' place at all.
Every lover lifts a load of care.
Every victor knows the taste of loss.
We find our bit of glory here and there.
Every hero bears a heavy cross.
It's in our simple living that we find -
renewal for the soul, peace for the mind.
Oh, there's some restin' places to be found.
There's some special times along the Road.
We'll make some happy memories, and savor peaceful reveries.
There are times when we can rest our load.
But there is more than glory to the Crown,
and laurels ain't no place for lyin' down.
Laurels ain't no place for lyin' down.
Every lover lifts a load of care.
Every victor knows the taste of loss.
We find our bit of glory here and there.
Every hero bears a heavy cross.
It's in our simple living that we find -
renewal for the soul, peace for the mind.
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