Father to father son to son
Real prosperity is in the progression
Who can hold onto time at all
And you’re lucky if you wind up
as a painting on the wall
Father to grandfather son to grandson
3 generations and a hundred years are gone
Look how it changes never stays the same
At least they’ll carry on the family name
It’s the order of things I guess
It works out in the long run
but the details are a mess
Real prosperity is just in the day
Fathers or sons for the moment anyway
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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