We gather here, on Labor Day
Each to our family, tribute pay
The Coker clan and all it's kin
To see what kind of shape we're in
Like, who's the newest baby born
And which loved ones have since passed on
A prayer is offered for the meal
While children's eyes, a peek do steal
At a feast that's spread for man and bug
Refreshing drinks in every mug
The men see more dessert and try it
While women think 'there goes my diet'.
With bellies full, we sit and hear
About what's happened, through the year
Of jobs and hobbies, grown-ups speak
As children splash in yonder creek
Old men and babies bridge the gap
That hasn't yet outgrown the lap
When day is done, we'll all depart
With greater love in every heart
May God bless each one gathered here
And bring us safely back next year
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
We gather here, on Labor Day
Each to our family, tribute pay
The Coker clan and all it's kin
To see what kind of shape we're in
Like, who's the newest baby born
And which loved ones have since passed on
A prayer is offered for the meal
While children's eyes, a peek do steal
At a feast that's spread for man and bug
Refreshing drinks in every mug
The men see more dessert and try it
While women think 'there goes my diet'.
With bellies full, we sit and hear
About what's happened, through the year
Of jobs and hobbies, grown-ups speak
As children splash in yonder creek
Old men and babies bridge the gap
That hasn't yet outgrown the lap
When day is done, we'll all depart
With greater love in every heart
May God bless each one gathered here
And bring us safely back next year
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