#English #XXCentury
I’m sorry for a feller if he hasn’… To let him eat and do the things h… An aunt to come a visitin’ or one… Is just about the finest kind of l… Of course she’s not your mother, a…
It’s mighty hard for Mother’I am… And the tasks of every morning kee… And I’m not forever meeting with… To remind me of our sorrow when I… But with Mother it is different’t…
I know that what I did was wrong; I should have sent you far away. You tempted me, and I’m not stron… I tried but couldn’t answer nay. I should have packed you off to be…
fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…
I like to get to thinking of the o… When there were joys that never mo… The days before inventors smoothed… And made, what seemed but luxuries… When bathrooms were exceptions, an…
WINDS of the morning, whisper lo… Lingered you in the valley where Sleeps my love of the Long Ago, Under the pale green grasses there… Tell me, winds of the morning, swe…
We were speakin’ of excitement, an… That sorter dot life’s landscape,… An’ one feller spoke of bein’ in a… An’ another one of skatin’ on some… Then a meek-faced little brother i…
YOURS is the loser’s part to pla… For you the goal is far away And never to be gained. It is your lot to stand and see The golden apples on life’s tree
If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…
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…
Does the grouch get richer quicker… Can the grumbler labor better than… Is the mean and churlish neighbor… Who shouts a glad ‘good morning,’… Just stop and think about it. Ha…
THROUGH the smoke clouds that… I can see the Long Ago And the merry lanes of boyhood That I gayly used to tread; See the crows upon the wing,
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…
This is the phrase they love to sa… ‘Just like a man!’ You can hear it wherever you chanc… ‘Just like a man!’ The wife of the toiler, the queen…
It is faith that bridges the land… To the realms of the souls departe… That comforts the living in days o… And strengthens the heavy-hearted. It is faith in his dreams that kee…
