There'll
be plenty of food for eating,
There'll be plenty of clothes for
wear,
There'll be gladness in ev'ry
meeting,
There'll be praise to outmeasure
prayer,
There'll be toys each day for baby,
And then Papa at home will stay,
And a heaven on earth will the
bright home be,
When the Prohibs win the day.
There'll
be hustling along the highways,
For precious to all is time,
There'll be safety in all the
byways,
For closed are the holes of crime;
There'll be ample reward for labor,
There'll be plenty of time for play,
For the drunks and the poverty are
all gone
When the Prohibs win the day.
There'll
be men who are schooled by reason
That will guide the affairs of
State,
While the knaves with their greed
and treason
Will howl at the outer gate;
There'll be wisdom and truth and
justice,
And the nations will learn the way
Of the people who walk in the light
of God,
When the Prohibs win the day. |
