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I am selfish in my wishin’ every s… I am selfish when I tell you that… Bending o’er you every minute, and… An’ as much of love an’ gladness a… Coz I know beyond all question th…
We’ve raised a flagpole on the far… And flung Old Glory to the sky, And it’s another touch of charm That seems to cheer the passer-by, But more than that, no matter wher…
I’ve sipped a rich man’s sparkling… His silverware I’ve handled. I’ve placed these battered legs of… ‘Neath tables gayly candled. I dine on rare and costly fare
The roads of happiness are not The selfish roads of pleasure seek… Where cheeks are flushed with hast… And none has time for kindly speak… But they’re the roads where lovers…
Drowsy old summer, with nothing to… I’d like to be drowsin’ an’ dreami… I’d like to stretch out in the sha… An’ fancy the white clouds were sh… Or castles with turrets and treasu…
When night time comes an’ I can g… Back to the folks who love me so, An’ see 'em smile an’ hear 'em sin… An’ feel their kisses, then, by ji… I vow this world is mighty fine
CAN you go to another who wins in… And give him a hand-shake that 's… Do you find yourself feeling a sen… In the good work another may do? Or deep in your heart are there en…
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…
Out near the links where I go to… My favorite game from day to day, There’s a friend of mine that I’v… Walked with or broken bread with,… I’ve talked to him oft and he’s ta…
No children in the house to play’… It must be hard to live that way! I wonder what the people do When night comes on and the work i… With no glad little folks to shout…
When you were just our little boy,… Unto your cot and watched o’er you… We tucked the covers round your fo… And sometimes stooped and kissed y… Just as we came to you back then t…
They come to my room at the break… With their faces all smiles and th… They come on their tip-toes and si… To the edge of the bed where I’m… And then at a signal, on which the…
Some folks leave home for money And some leave home for fame, Some seek skies always sunny, And some depart in shame. I care not what the reason
The roses are bedded for winter, t… The robins and martins have left u… The garden seems solemnly silent,… And I feel like a lonely old fell… All summer I’ve hovered about the…
The choir we had in Pixley wasn’t… But today if I could hear it I wo… There warn’t a singer in it that c… To study with the masters and to l… There warn’t no variations, warn’t…