Lawrence

Lawrence, of virtuous father, virtuous son
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire
Where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won?

Of the hard season gaining, time will run
On further 'til Favonius reinspire
The naked earth, and clothe in fresh attire
The lily and the rose, which neither sowed nor spun

Lawrence, of virtuous father, virtuous son
Lawrence

Lawrence, of virtuous father, virtuous son
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire
Where shall we sometimes meet and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won?

Lawrence, we love you, please believe us
You need us, and we need you too

Lawrence
We love you
Please believe us
You need us
And we need you, we need you
Too
Believe us
You need us
And we need you, we need you
Too

We love you
We love you
Yeah we do need you
We need you
And love you
We love you
Yeah we do, we need you
We need you
And we love you
We love you
Yeah we do, we need you
We need you
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