THE HAPPY HIPPIE CHRONICLES

I Would Gather Children

Some would gather money
Along the path of life,

Some would gather roses,
And rest from worldly strife;

But I would gather children
From among the thorns of sin,

I would seek a golden curl,
And a freckled, toothless grin.

For money cannot enter
In that land of endless day,

And roses that are gathered
Soon will wilt along the way.

But oh, the laughing children,
As I cross the sunset sea,

And the gates swing wide to heaven
I can take them in with me!

-author unknown