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IT 'S a wonderful world when you… And we ought to be glad we are in… The fellow who drinks from old Mi… Gets the goblet of joy the next mi… In a wonderful way
A man is at his finest towards the… He is almost what he should be whe… Then he’s thinking more of others… And the laughter of his children i… He is less a selfish creature than…
You shall have satin and silk to w… When my ship comes in; And jewels to shine in your raven… When my ship comes in. Oh, the path is dreary to-day and…
We do not build our monuments in s… The records of our life aren’t cas… We are forgot, if when the spirit’… No human hearts our finger prints… If we have lived and died and left…
The little woman, to her I bow And doff my hat as I pass her by; I reverence the furrows that mark… And the sparkling love light in he… The little woman who stays at home…
We shall thank our God for graces That we’ve never known before; We shall look on manlier faces When our troubled days are o’er. We shall rise a better nation
A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of stri… Must win by toil the evening’s swe… The rest that may be portioned for… The idler never knows it, never ca…
rose unto the bights of fame And with the great men stood, He heard the people cheer his name And speak of him as good. Success at last he had attained
I’d like to give 'em all they ask’… And say they cannot have the thing… Yet now and then they plead for wh… Or what I can’t afford to buy, an… They little know or understand how…
Before we take an auto ride Pa sa… Now just remember I don’t need su… If you will just sit still back th… I’ll take you where you want to go… Remember that my hearing’s good an…
This is the song of the many Who seldom are mentioned in praise… The glorious millions of toilers Who splendidly live out their days… The millions unlured by great rich…
DOWN the lanes of apple bloom, w… Down the pathways rosy red trip th… Love and laughter lead us on, ligh… June is smiling on us now, bidding… Sun-kissed now are maiden’s curls,…
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,…
I’d like to be a boy again, a care… I’d like to tread the hills and da… I’d like the tattered shirt again,… The ugly, dusty feet again that lo… I’d like to play first base again,…
If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,