My friends, blessings weren't meant
to be kept under the bushel.
Tis to be shared every right and left.
So, everywhere you go, share your bread.

And maybe the world will one day rise
If we each fill a hole of darkness with some light.
For tis to be shared every right and left.
So, everywhere you go, share your bread.

My friends, blessings weren't meant
to be kept under...