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NARRATOR:
Previously on Sons of Anarchy:

When Clay's back,
we can discuss the deal.

Only way this deal happens
is if he's running it.

-What's going on?
CARLA: Your tantrum got us all locked up.

Someone reported prostitution.

NERO:
Eviction notice.

You really wanna help?
Save the chick your mom almost killed...

...before my guys finish the job.

-I want a thumb and a tit.
-Okay.

Call Skeeter. See who he's burning.

-Caracara?
-There's an old Elks Lodge. Perfect location.

I'll cover all the new start-up costs.
Then we split everything fifty-fifty.

My mom. I can't mix business and family.

-You gotta stay clear of Gemma.
-Okay.

UNSER: Wondering if you've found
any patterns in these break-ins.

The beatdown was obligatory, not angry.

JAX: I think Opie's been looking
for a way out since Donna died.

He went out a warrior.

JAX:
It's hard not to hate.

People, things, institutions.

When they break your spirit
and take pleasure in watching you bleed...

...hate is the only feeling that makes sense.

But I know what hate does to a man.

Tears him apart.

Turns him into something he's not.

Something he promised himself
he'd never become.

That's what I need to tell you.

To let you know
how hard I'm trying not to cave...

...under the weight of all the awful things
I feel in my heart.

Sometimes my life feels like
a deadly balancing act.

What I feel, slamming up against
what I should do.

Impulsive reactions racing to solutions,
miles ahead of my brain.

When I look at my day,
I realize that most of it was spent...

...cleaning up the damage of the day before.

In that life, I have no future.

All I have is distraction and remorse.

I buried my best friend three days ago,
and as cliché as this sounds...

...I left a part of me in that box.

A part I barely knew.

A part I'll never see again.

Every day is a new box, boys.

You open it,
you take a look at what's inside.

You're the one who determines if it's a gift...

...or a coffin.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Ready to do this?

Yeah.

Ah. Yeah.

[SHOOTER JENNINGS' "WILD & LONESOME"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

JAX:
Mr. Mayor.

You mind if we join you?

I was just reading an article
on these home invasion attacks.

-People are very scared.
JAX: Hmm.

I don't blame them.

Most think it's tied to the, uh,
criminal element here in Charming.

The city council?

What do you want from me?

There's a commercial building you own
out on Castle Road, Morada border.

JACOB: Old Elks Lodge.
-That's right.

We know it's been vacant for over a year.

-We'd like to lease it.
-Automotive?

Not exactly.

Escort service.

Ha, ha! You're kidding me?

You think I'm going to let you set up
a prostitution ring in one of my properties?

BOBBY: Very legit.
JACOB: Mm.

Our partner has all the permits and licenses.

JACOB:
Good for him.

There are lots of other
very legit properties to rent.

We like being in business
with people we know.

Forget it. Never gonna happen.

It's unfortunate about Charming Heights.

Minutes from the last six
city council meetings.

It's not looking good
for your dream project.

First you lost your investors...

...now there's a motion before council
to revert the land back to agriculture.

It's all gonna go away.

That vote happens soon, right?

Next week.

According to the preliminaries...

...you're gonna be one vote shy
of holding onto that land.

I have poured my life's blood
into this project...

...and I'm not gonna let you sabotage it.

JAX:
You're missing the point here, mayor.

I know how important
Charming Heights is to you.

To this town.

We're gonna make your dream come true.

I'll be in touch.

[CURTIS STIGERS & THE FOREST
RANGERS' "THIS LIFE" PLAYING]

Riding through this world
All alone

God takes your soul
You're on your own

The crow flies straight
A perfect line

On the devil's path
Until you die

Gotta look this life
In the eye

All right, the meeting's all set
with Galen and the cartel.

Finally get this big gun deal locked down.

Make green and brown happy.

-It's currently black that concerns me.
FRANKIE: Everyone else too.

People are putting this
home invasion shit on the club.

Yeah, locals are very skittish, man.

We can't control what people think.

Charming's love and hate
swings back and forth on us. It always has.

Be aware, son, as long as
these attacks keep happening...

...and that hate swings that far out,
we may never get the love back.

You guys are all full of shit.
Town knows these attacks are not us.

JUICE: That's right.
BOBBY: True.

FRANKIE: You calling us liars, Tiggy?
-No, no, what he's saying is...

...you, you and you
don't know shit about our town.

-Knows Roosevelt's gonna be up our ass.
-I'm sitting down with Pope...

...as soon as he's back in town.

If it's black, it'll stop.

End of discussion.

CHIBS: It ain't the attacks
that we should be worried about, boys...

...it's the coke mule.

We gotta figure out that endgame.

-He's right.
FRANKIE: So you want out?

CHIBS:
I wanna stay alive.

We're down three brothers
since this started.

Maybe you forgot about that little
truck-burning incident? Happened out on 108.

Look, business with the cartel
does bring in a lot of cash.

But it also brings in a lot of heat, man.

We voted this in
knowing it would be short-term.

I'm also looking for other ways to earn.

Steady cash without the risk.

It's pink, wet...

-...tastes like sunshine.
-Pussy.

Or Italian ice. I'm okay with both.

ALL: Ha-ha-ha!
TIG: Doesn't matter.

Nero Padilla...

...guy that gave us safe haven
before we went to county...

...he's been running a legit
escort service for five years.

He recently got pushed out of Stockton
due to our complication.

He's looking for a new place to set up shop.

I've made a deal with him,
I'm gonna be his partner.

I'm gonna tap into Caracara,
add some star power to his stable.

What's that look like for the table?

Right now, I'm fronting the merger,
but I want this to be a club business.

You trust this guy?

I do.

He's straight up about profit.

What kind of money is it?

It ain't as lucrative as hauling coke...

...but it'll keep us comfortable.

And out of fed crosshairs.

When it's up and running, take a look.

-You guys want in, we'll vote it.
CLAY: Why wait?

Let's vote it now.

All right.

Everyone in favor of moving
into the companion business, yea.

ALL:
Yea.

-Hell, yeah.
JAX: Good.

We'll figure out percentages
when I nail shit down with Nero.

[JIMMIE WOOD'S PARISH'S "THE PROMISED
LAND" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[ALL CHATTERING]

PHIL: Chucky, what are you cooking in there?
It smells good.

Thought I'd get resistance about Diosa.

Why, because your new partner's
bedding my wife?

That stops.

It's wrong.

Yeah, it is.

-Problem?
-Not really. Uh....

I just been trying to contact Nero.

He's not picking up or returning.

Don't get attached to that.
He's business, not pleasure.

This is good.

Inflammation on the median nerve
is down considerably.

Much burning or numbness?

-Uh, not so much anymore.
-What happened there?

Oh, I, uh, banged it up carrying the stroller.

So where am I?

I'm not an optimist, Tara,
but this is much better than I expected.

Much better,
as in I'll be able to continue surgery?

We can't make that call yet,
but I wouldn't rule it out.

Oh.

Okay.

We'll put a soft cast on
and we'll take another look in six weeks.

Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

You gonna be okay without it?

As long as I don't have to dance.

I'll be fine, Mom.

Galen.

[CLAY CHUCKLES]

-Good to see you up and about, brother.
-You too, brother.

GALEN:
How's your lung holding up?

I gotta cut back a little bit on the cigars,
but I'm still fit for combat.

Aye. Heh, heh.

Wasn't aware there was an election.

Well, I figured with me down,
it'd be a good time to move Jax up.

Nothing changes with us, though.

I hope that's true.

Our seniority is earned...

...not sewn on with cheap thread.

Hey.

We got some kind of beef,
let's throw it on the table.

Don't be so sensitive, laddie.

Grow some balls, you Irish prick.

You got a problem with me,
you tell me to my face.

All right.

I think you're arrogant,
selfish and explosive.

Wreckage you caused in Belfast
got a man of God...

-...and one of my dearest friends killed.
-You talking about the priest?

GALEN:
Aye.

Kellan Ashby took me out
of the streets of Armagh.

-Saved my life.
JAX: Right.

Gave you the Catholic blessing of the blood.

-Made you a gangster of Christ.
GALEN: Heh.

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

BOBBY: Hey, hey, leave him.
-All right, that's it.

Now we're making progress.

JUICE: Take him out, Jax.
BOBBY: Okay, boy.

JUICE:
Come on. Come on.

Come on, Jax. Come on.

Come on, Jax.

Maybe you do have some Irish blood
left in you, boy.

Yeah? By the time I'm done,
yours is gonna be a puddle at your feet.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

MEN:
Whoa!

JUICE:
Put him down. Put him down, Jax!

CHIBS:
Come on, Jax.

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Don't wanna embarrass you
in front of your friends.

They ain't my friends.

But if you wanna stop,
all you gotta do is lay down, old man.

I didn't know you were
gonna have entertainment.

CLAY:
Just a little Irish discussion.

Should I be worried?

No, it'll all end in Guinness
and man hugs.

CHIBS:
Nice! That's my boy.

[CLEARS THROAT]

-Can I help you?
-No, sir, but I can help you...

...to Uncle Fudgie's...

...crazy delicious fudge.

Iraq.

VA Bill got me money
to open up my own shop.

I'm dropping off free samples
to my neighbors.

I appreciate it, but I'm a diabetic.
I can't eat that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Hey, chief...

...why don't you leave it for my clients?

Absolutely.

[SIGHS]

Mm.

Mm!

I trust you gentlemen worked things out.

Right as rain.

Let's get to it.

LUIS: Full payment for this shipment,
half down on the next.

ROMEO:
We'll haul these back today.

-But we're gonna need a drop every two weeks.
-Yeah. We'll make that work.

-Us too.
-Good.

[SHOUTS IN SPANISH]

[WHISPERS]
Uncle Chucky made the delivery.

GALEN:
Don't you wanna check your hardware first?

I trust you.

I insist.

Open the door.

MAN:
All right, let's go.

[CHIBS YELLING]

Aah! You filthy Irish...!

[CHIBS YELLS]

-Bastard. Let's go!
BOBBY: Chibs.

Well, now you know what they can do.

[IN IRISH ACCENT]
Way to close the deal, brother.

CHIBS:
Bastard.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
We'll send you the bill for the bikes.

[SOFT POP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

JAX: How much did he eat?
-How much?

-All of it.
-Okay, and I think he actually licked the box.

JAX: How long do we have?
JUICE: Pfft.

He's a big boy. Maybe like four hours.

You sure we wanna do this?
It's a risky bet on a horse we hate.

JAX: Come on, man,
this is for the long game, brother.

First bite of the apple's gotta be tasty.

I hope you're right.

Okay, boys.

TIG:
Come on.

[MEXICAN POP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER RADIO]

You lost?

Is it that obvious?

NERO:
What are you doing here, Gemma?

Making sure you're still alive.

Four days, you don't pick up your phone?

Been a little busy here.

Where's Carla?

Hopefully healing someplace.

Yeah.

-Sorry.
-Carla's got her demons.

-She's a complicated girl.
-Yeah, I get that.

She almost got Jax killed.

Tara went a little medieval on her.

Oh, that was all Tara's fault, huh?

No.

No, it was my doing.

Is that why you're shutting me out?

Carla shouldn't have gone
behind my back, okay?

There's no trust there anymore.

Where are you gonna go?

Talk to your kid, Gemma.

I'm moving Diosa north.

You getting in bed with the club?

Yeah, looks that way.

I guess you'll be around a lot more.

Yeah, I guess.

What the hell is this?

-lf you're pissed, just tell me.
-I ain't got time for this shit.

You know, it's been a while since
I been dumped, but from what I remember...

-...there is usually a goddamn reason.
-Just go, Gemma.

-Talk to me, asshole.
-Hey, you need to get out.

-Don't you blow me off. Don't you blow me off.
-Hey. What?

GEMMA:
Don't.

Don't.

[BOTH PANTING]

I can't do this.

Why?

I made a promise.

Jax?

[SCOFFS]

And you signed off on that shit?

I need to get this up and running.

My kid's future depends on that.

I'm sorry.

BOBBY: Over here, Juice.
Get the face and the nip rings.

We got something coming.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

-Uh, Nero sent me.
BOBBY [WHISPERS]: Yeah, come in.

Salutations, gentlemen.
Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.

Venus. Thanks for coming.

Not yet, baby.

You gotta eat dinner before you get dessert.

Is he dead? Because I don't do dead.

No, he's just fat.

Nero explained the situation?

I need to know what happens here
stays here.

All my dates have that need, baby.

But discretion ain't cheap.

I was told 2 grand.

You were told right.

That will do.

My lips are sealed.

Although I might
open them up a little bit for you.

[MEN LAUGH]

Mm. He has been spending a little
too much time at the pie-eating table.

-What am I supposed to do with Shamu?
JAX: Um....

Just ride him a little bit. A few other things.
He won't remember anything.

Yes, but unfortunately, I will.

Powder room?

Yeah, it's back here, beautiful.

I can give you a hand.

[WHISPERS]
It's not gonna happen, tiger.

Really?

Sounds like a solid lead.

The sheriffs busted a bunch of black guys
in a van full of stolen shit.

Think it might have something to do
with the home invasions.

They wanna know if we were willing
to come down, identify any of it.

-Now?
-Yes, ma'am.

If we can't prove the goods are stolen,
we gotta cut them loose.

All right.

I'll drive myself.

PHIL:
Gem, someone dropped this off for Jax.

Said it was real important.

You know where he is?

Just put it in the back.
I'll take it to his house.

JAX:
That's great. More of that.

BOBBY: Right on his face. Slap it.
JUICE: Tiggy, come on.

JAX:
Reach around and tickle his balls.

BOBBY: Yeah.
-Oh, that's fantastic.

-Don't know if that's the right word.
BOBBY: Got the face?

-No good without the face.
JUICE: Got it.

-Get the Christian shit on the wall too.
VENUS: How about an air traffic controlman?

BOBBY: You sure you can get rid of that tape?
-That's Photoshop 101.

-Whoo!
-Software I got...

...I can make this guy shit unicorns.

There will be no shitting
while I'm this close to that ass crack.

Hey, you expecting somebody else?

All right. We got enough. Let's wrap this up.

DEVIN:
Holy shit. Hey!

Oh! Oh! Oh, my God.

What are you doing to Allen?

-Charming Community Theater, baby.
-Yeah, right.

I know who you guys are.

You're Sons.

Yeah, what, did you guys drug him
or something? Huh?

Allen.

Damn.

You dudes are totally blackmailing him.

What do we do with this, Jackie?

-Who are you?
-Devin Price, his stepson.

BOBBY: Oh, Christ.
-No, it's cool. We can work something out.

-Work something out how?
-Yeah.

Shit, man. Ow!

What, dude? I just wanna use
this shit against him too.

I'm guessing you two aren't very close.

-No, he's a total dick, man.
-Ha.

How old are you, sugar?

-Twenty-one.
VENUS: Mm.

I do like them young and sweet.

Shit.

Dude, you're like a dude.

Why, didn't your daddy ever tell you,
"Neverjudge a book by its penis"?

Now, have you--? Ah.

Have you ever had your dick sucked...

...by a Southern girl with a huge cock?

Oh, baby. You are in for a treat.

I will make you come so hard,
it'll make your grandmama wet.

[VENUS KISSING]

My grandmother's dead.

Well, now you're catching on, young gun.

Doesn't mean you're gay, man.

We all been there.

-What? Really?
-Lot of cock.

DEVIN: Really?
JAX: Yeah.

-Oh, yeah.
-All of you guys?

-Two dicks.
-Yeah?

-Slamming cock.
-All right. Ha-ha-ha.

Cool. Let's do this.

VENUS:
Pants off.

Wrap this, ha, around your eyes.

I like the element of surprise.

-Back there.
-Hell, yeah. This is awesome.

JAX: You're in for a treat, my boy.
DEVIN: Yeah.

Now, I suggest you clean up tubby...

...while I get some photos
of this disenchanted little boy.

-That would be very helpful.
-Oh, I'm not about helping you, blondie.

It's about my bottom line.

-I'll give you another grand.
-Two. Okey-dokey?

You jealous, tiger?

-Kind of.
-I know you are. Ha!

All right, let's get orca
back into insurance mode.

JUICE: Weirdest day ever.
JAX: Unh!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah.

Got them looking at Polaroids, LT.

All right. Thanks, man.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

RITA:
Mm, I hear he moved out.

-It's sad.
-Yeah.

I don't see how a marriage
can survive that type of life.

You mean one where the man
carries a gun and is hardly ever home?

-Ouch.
-Kidding.

-Sort of.
-Hey. Come here.

[RITA SIGHS]

I love you.

I love you too, babe.

Hey! Did you hear what I said?
Gotta take a piss, man.

Hey!

-Will you take him to the head, please?
-Yes, sir.

So any of this belong to you?

-I don't see no safe.
MAN: It's about time, man.

Gemma.

Nope. But I, uh....

I like this silver teapot here
if no one claims it.

That was Oakland P.D.
Two of them are East Dub Crew with priors.

DA's trying to get warrants for their homes.

East Dub.

That's Damon Pope's jurisdiction.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[OFFICERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

You should take off.

I'll get a bite to eat and come by later.

See what else these guys turn up
on all this stuff.

CHIBS:
Can't get it.

BOBBY:
Oh, that's a good one.

JAX: Hey. You good?
-Ha, ha!

Yeah, man. It was intense.

So let me tell you what happens now.

You go home,
you tell no one about any of this.

Of course, man.

Because if you do, your stepdad...

...he ain't gonna
be the only one with a new photo album.

Check it out. Ooh.

How'd you like these bad boys blowing up
your Facebook page?

Dude?

Really?

-Love is a fickle beast.
JAX: You understand?

Yeah, yeah. No, man.
But I would never rat on you guys, man.

I think the MC's awesome.

Yeah, we are. All right.

Yeah, no. I mean, seriously, I'd like
to hang out with you guys sometime.

-Sure. Why not?
CHIBS: Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Come by the clubhouse Saturday.

You can clean the come and the puke
off the bathroom floor.

[LAUGHS]

[ALL CHUCKLE]

-That's so cool, man.
-Yeah.

DEVIN: Thanks.
-All right. Get out of here.

DEVIN: Thanks, man.
BOBBY: Jesus.

Thank you, darling.

Whenever y'all need a little Venus love,
give me a call.

I'm the belle who does not tell.

Goodbye, tiger.

[VENUS CHUCKLES]

JUICE:
Come on, let's get him to the desk.

[ALL GRUNT]

[ALLEN GROWLING AND TIG SCREAMING]

Shit! Shit! Aah!

Why does this always happen to me?

Jesus Christ.

-What do you think?
-I....

I think whoever bit him
should be wearing a collar and a muzzle.

[MEN LAUGH]

Check.

You be able to stitch me up here, doc?

Yeah.

JAX:
Oh, shit. It was your appointment today.

Yeah.

-This is good news, right?
TARA: Mm.

Just a new cast. More mobility.

-Will you give him a local? I'll go get ready.
CHIBS: Sure.

TIG:
Oh, boy. Oh, man.

-We can help her do this.
JAX: Yeah?

BOBBY: Yeah.
-All right. Thanks.

-Hey, feel better.
-Yeah, all right.

CHIBS:
On three.

-One.
BOBBY: One. Ready.

[TIG GROANS]

JUICE:
Check this out.

-I printed out 10 of my best shots.
-Oh, my God.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

All right. Thanks, Juicy. That's great.

-I gotta talk to you.
JAX: Not now.

-Hey.
-I gotta go.

Me and Nero.

That's got nothing to do with Samcro.

You got no right to shit on that.

-We barely know this guy.
-Oh, bullshit.

Don't pretend you're protecting me.

This is about Clay and J.T. You and Tara
have been shutting me out since I told you--

You've been shutting yourself out.

You're getting wasted every night.

Oh, pimp daddy's gonna give me
some moral lecture?

You blame me
for what happened to your father.

Whether you know it or not.

I can feel it.

You're connected to that history.

To Clay.

And, yeah, maybe I am having a little trouble
separating my hate.

You can't hate me, Jackson.

You're the only thing I still love.

I'm sorry.

But getting involved with Nero
is not a good idea.

Not now.

Tig had an accident.

Tara's patching him up.

She could use some help.

I gotta go.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIG GROANS]

[WHISPERS]
Hey.

CHIBS:
Hey, doc.

TIG: Ugh.
-Why don't we double-team him?

You can walk me through it.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, sorry. Hold that for a second,
would you, please?

Thanks.

All right.

TARA: The stitches need to be further apart.
CHIBS: Further apart? Got it.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
How you holding up, Tiggy?

I don't know if this is good or bad,
but I'm totally hard right now.

GEMMA: Heh, heh.
-Just saying....

JACOB:
I'll call you back.

-I thought I was very clear this morning.
-You were.

[JACOB SIGHS]

Jesus Christ.

[JACOB SIGHS]

-Is that Allen Biancone?
-Mm-hm.

-Did you do this?
-No, he did.

-We just happened to be there with a camera.
-All right.

What the hell is this?

Biancone is your obstacle
to Charming Heights.

His vote gets you your dream.

I'm not in the business of blackmail.

No, but I am.

You say the word
and I send him copies of these...

...with a polite request
to back Charming Heights.

The dirt never touches you.

You're unbelievable.

Oh, I'm just getting started, Jake.

I can also get you a new investor.

One of the biggest developers in Oakland.

And this is all about getting that property
on Castle Road?

It's about being in business
with the right people.

Whether you like it or not, there is no one
in this town that can help you more than me.

I ain't Clay.

I ain't Oswald's boy.

You let me know
what you want me to do with these.

You okay?

Fine.

-You did good.
-I did shit.

Can't even sew up someone's ass.

Well....

We all got a lot of healing to do.

Thing that happened with Carla
in the garage...

...I didn't tell Jax.

I didn't think you would.

It scares me sometimes, the extremes.

Not a lot of gray in this life, sweetheart.

Extremes become average.

I'm not sure I find that comforting.

You're not supposed to.

One of their apartments
was packed with stolen goods.

Got the pics in an e-mail.

-So you released them?
-The beatdown was enough to charge them.

-They're all going to county.
CLAY: Good.

Further away from Charming, the better.

ROOSEVELT:
Yup.

That's right.

[CLATTERING NEARBY]

Babe?

Eli, is that you?

[LINE RINGING]

I've got a gun and I'm calling 911.

OPERATOR [OVER PHONE]:
911, what is your emergency?

Yes, I'm alone and there are--
I don't know. Aah!

[RITA SCREAMS]

No! Don't touch me!

[RITA YELLING]

[MAN GROANS]

[RITA SCREAMS]

MAN 1:
Damn it.

MAN 2:
Shit.

MAN 3:
What'd you guys do?

MAN 2: Let's get out of here.
MAN 3: You're just gonna leave her?

MAN 1:
Let's go.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Hey.
-Hey.

Sorry, I, uh, meant to drop this off earlier.

-It's for Jax.
-What is it?

I'm not sure.

Parts maybe.

Boys asleep?

Yeah.

Okay. Good night.

It's almost time to feed Thomas.

I'm kind of tired.

Yeah. Sure.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[SIRENS WAILING]

EMT: Victim's name is Rita Roosevelt.
Gunshot to the....

Sorry. Sheriff, you'll need to wait here.

-I need the skin underneath her fingernails.
-Got it.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[SIGHS]

Lease agreement on Castle Road.

We'll need three months down.

JAX:
Okay.

Thank you.

I'm assuming I should move forward
on securing Charming Heights.

Yeah.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[AUDRA MAE & THE FOREST RANGERS'
"THE UNCLOUDED DAY" PLAYING]

O they tell me of a home

Far beyond the skies

O they tell me of a home

Far away

O they tell me of a home

Where no storm clouds rise

O they tell me of an unclouded day

O the land of cloudless days

O the land of an unclouded sky

O they tell me of a home

Where no storm clouds rise

O they tell me of an unclouded day

[WHISPERS]
Good night, baby boy.

O the land of cloudless days

O the land of an unclouded sky

O they tell me of my friends

By the tree of life

In the land of an unclouded day

O they tell me that he smiled

On his children there

And his smiles drive their sorrows all away

And they tell me that no tears

Ever come again

In that lovely land of unclouded day

In that lovely land of unclouded day

In that lovely land of unclouded day