do you remember the cardinal’s call,

brother o’ mine?

the hills that we climbed, be they ever so tall,

with never a fear for a hurt or a fall,

wondering ever if skies did fall,

brother o’ mine.

many a hill we’ve climbed since then,

brother o’ mine.

been pelted with roses and rinsed with the rain

of our sorrowing teardrops time and again;

despair in our hearts and a clutch of pain,

brother o’ mine.

and there were pebbles that hurt our feet

brother o’ mine.

but the dust of the highway seemed velvet sweet

tho’ many a cross and trials we’d meet,

with daisies and graves at our very feet,

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father we had in the bygone days,

brother o’ mine.

and mother to wipe all our tears away.

tho’ sodden the sky, and shadows be grey

god will speak clear of the mist some day,

brother o’ mine.