The Song
My sweetheart, my heart love,
My sweetheart, my heart love,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
My sincere hope is safe,
My sincere hope is safe,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
I will go to Paradise,
I will go to Paradise,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
Fame in life beyond the grave.
Fame in life beyond the grave.
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
Jesus, Jesus, Mary, Joseph,
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