CHEERWINE EASTER | HISS GOLDEN MESSENGER

One more bottle before we part

Then spike it with a little hallelujah

We worked all week and we saved our bread

Now here comes Easter Sunday

I do not go by the Book of Days

I do not recall what Daniel said

About the time he spent in the lion’s dead

And here comes Easter Sunday

Oh dance, oh dance

Pack away your sorrows

Oh, yon stands the bell, now make it ring

Don’t study about all the ways of tomorrow

For this is the day of reckoning

Call me a fool, call me a rake

Use me too, for all your awful things

But don’t disabuse me of my Cheerwine spring

And here comes Easter Sunday again