There’ve been times we’d disagree Somethin’ awful, Ma an’ me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come back no more, An’ go stompin’ down the street

One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for hi… Gave voice unto a sad complaint. And seeking emphasis to give

‘A rose by any other name would sm… Cried Romeo once, and truth he sp… And we should smell the autos down… Though gasoline were labeled Fren…

If he sunbeams will not start you… If the laughter of your babies you… Without little songs of gladness g… If their dancing doesn’t drive awa… If you don’t find happiness where…

Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden spoon of cheer; May every eye be shining,

The pathway of the living is our e… Let us do our best to smooth it an… Let us travel it with kindness, le… And give unto the living what we’d… The pathway of the living we can b…

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’ve got another mouth to feed, From out our little store; To satisfy another’s need Is now my daily chore. A growing family is ours,

I’D LIKE to be a bank clerk, an… I’d like to take and hoard away th… I ‘d like to sit behind a drawer w… I ’d like to read the writing on t… It must be nice to shut up shop at…

The child world is a wondrous worl… For there the flags of hate are fu… And there the imps of wickedness Cause neither sorrow nor distress. And there is never strife for gold…

It’s tough when you are homesick i… and distant place; It’s anguish when you’re hungry fo… old-familiar face. And yearning for the good folks an…

My father often used to say: 'My boy don’t throw a thing away: You’ll find a use for it some day.… So in a box he stored up things, Bent nails, old washers, pipes and…

I wouldn’t count it worth my while To sing about a rich man’s smile, Or quote a fellow, trouble free, An’ label that philosophy. But when I look about and find

H’if a yankee cutthroat ‘acks ‘is… H’it tykes a year to pack ‘im h’of… ‘E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…

SOMETIMES I git to thinkin’ o… There comes a-troopin’ through my… I used ter know in Pixley, an’ I… A-livin’ all th’ fun we knew befor… A-dancin’ all th’ dances, th’ lanc…