The Sun of Prosperity Shines on Aurora

Praise the working of our home A new beginning As the day leaves us alone Still I'd want nothing more To call my own Praise the working of our home But I feel nothing From the mourning of a son The grief that follows me To Oregon Would you abide in me Would you arrive to see Now, I've found The sweetest thing you know Is to be loved And loved alone Would you abide in me Would you arrive to see Praise the working of our home But I feel nothing As the day leaves us alone Still I feel nothing