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SO YOU 'RE sobbin’ in the night… An’ your heart is ever callin’ for… An’ you’re lonely, oh, so lonely!… That will start the old light shin… I 'm not goin’ to try to tell you…
IF you would smile a little more And I would kinder be, If you would stop to think before You speak of faults you see. If I would show more patience, to…
Only a dad, with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the… But glad in his heart that his own…
Bit of a priest and a bit of sailo… Bit of a doctor and bit of a tailo… Bit of a lawyer, and bit of detect… Bit of a judge, for his work is co… Cheering the living and soothing t…
Once the house was lovely, but it’… For time has come an’ stained its… An’ all that’s left for mother an’… Is to sit an’ tell each other what… We couldn’t keep 'em always an’ we…
I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to kno… I want to be able as days go by, always to look myself straight in… I don’t want to stand with the set…
I reckon when the world we leave And cease to smile and cease to gr… When each of us shall quit the str… And drop the working tools of life… Somewhere, somehow, we’ll come to…
I’d like to be the sort of friend… been to me; I’d like to be the help that you’v… glad to be; I’d like to mean as much to you ea…
God grant that we shall never see Our country slave to lust and gree… God grant that here all men shall… United by a common creed. Here Freedom’s Flag has held the…
These are the peaks of valor; keep… Too brave for petty profit to risk… Adventuring for the future, yet mi… For God, for country and for home… These are the peaks of valor: a sp…
It may be I’m old-fashioned, but… Are not the splendid parties with… And the music tuned for dancing an… With a paid comedian’s antics or a… But the quiet times of friendship,…
You think that the failures are ma… You think the successes are few, But you judge by the rule of the p… And not by the good that men do. You judge men by standards of trea…
Sometimes at the table, when He gets misbehavin’, then Mother calls across to me: ‘Look at him, now! Don’t you see What he’s doin’, sprawlin.' there!
The patter of rain on the roof, The glint of the sun on the rose; Of life, these the warp and the wo… The weaving that everyone knows. Now grief with its consequent tear…
These are the memories of tomorrow… Smile of friend we meet today, Sympathy to soothe our sorrow, Roses blooming by the way; Little jests to cheer the living,