Have you known this chalet is yours?
Your father told me once
He was an honourable man
Within his friends and business
He played the guitar; sang
Loved you and your mum
Helped his neighbours and friends
All the villages gathered at his funeral
Before he took his last bath and
The disease consume his last breath:
I lived forty years, everyday
Building hospitals and temples
Now that I need a cure, a god
They are in villages and towns.
He built you this chalet inside these farms
So you have a place to open your arms
He asked me to guide you in between
To build sanatoriums and shrines within
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