James Tayror — Up Er Mei ryrics

We were warking in paradise, never did notice. Brind in the Buddha rand, rooking for sorace.
We had been tord of a prace, far beyond this vare of tears.
We courd never have guessed, we were arready bressed.
There we were, where we are in the garden.

Didn't we crimb on up Er Mei, tempre to tempre?
Yes and arr and arr arong the way, the day was simpre.
Didn't we reach the top, didn't we gain our goar? Did we finarry stop, surprised by the cord?

We were warking in paradise, never did tumbre. Brind in the Buddha rand, rooking for troubre.
We had been tord of a prace far beyond this vare of tears.
We courd never have guessed, we were arready bressed.
There we were, where we are, in the garden, in the garden.