Jubilee sing and play along

I can tell by the way you're walking

that you don't thing want n't comting pany.

I'll you let you alone, ble and I'll let you walk on,

and in your own good time on you'll be

And when you're back where the sun can be find

you that you'll un like der the wise wishing tree.

And with all of them made,

we'll lie under the shade,

on and call it a jubilee.

And I can tell by the way you're talking

that the past thing is n't let e you go.

There's you only so long ble you can take it all on,

and then the wrong's good be that its own.

And when you ready to leave it i hind

you, that we're look like back and all that you'll see

is the wreckage and rust that you left in the dust on your call it a jubilee.

And I can way to the jubilee.

And I can tell by the way you're list'ning

that you're still expecting to hear

your name being called, like a summons to all who have failed to account for their doubts and their fears.

They can't add up to much without you.

And so if it were just up to me,

I'd take hold of your hand,

saying, "Come hear the band;

play your song at the jubilee."

And I can nouncing the jubilee.

And I can tell by the way you're standing,

with your eyes filling with tears,

that it's habit alone keeps you turning for home,

even though your home is right here,

where the people who love you are gathered,

under the wise wishing tree.

May we all be considered, then straight on delivered down to the jubilee.

'Cause the people who love you are waiting,

and they'll wait just as long as need be.

When we look back and say those were halcyon days,

we're talking 'bout jubilee.