I must get out to the woods again,… awing, Away from the haunts of pale-faced… is king; I must get out where the skies are…

HE WAS bo’n way down in Texas,… An’ a cloud’s so thin it’s easy to… An’ he grew among the quaint folk… In the mint an’ melon patches, an’… An’ he stored up all the sunshine…

Perhaps the victory shall not come… Perhaps I shall not reach the goa… It may be at the last I shall be… And falter as the promised land I… Yet I must try for it and strive…

Some folks I know, when friends d… To visit for awhile and chin, Just lead them round the rooms and… And show them pictures on their wa… And point to rugs and tapestries

I wish I was a poet like the men… The poems that we have to learn on… I’d write of things that children… An’ when the kids recited them the… If I’d been born a Whittier, inst…

It isn’t the money you’re making, it isn’t the clothes you wear, And it isn’t the skill of your goo… It’s the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burd…

If never a sorrow came to us, and never a care we knew; If every hope were realized, and every dream came true; If only joy were found on earth,

Sunshine and shadow and laughter a… These are forever the paints of th… Splashed on the canvas of life day… We are the artists, the colors are… We are the painters, the pigments…

I notice when the news comes in Of one who’s claimed eternal glory… This simple phrase, ‘the next of k… Concludes the soldier’s final stor… This tells the world what voice wi…

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…

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…

Over the hills of time to the vall… Over the roads of woe to the land… Up from the haunts of men to the p… This is the march of mortality to… Troopers we are in life, warring a…

You can talk about your music, and… And your phonographic record that… But there isn’t any music that suc… Like the concert when the kiddies… When the supper time is over, then…

It’s funny 'bout a feller’s hat– He can’t remember where it’s at, Or where he took it off, or when, The time he’s wantin’ it again. He knows just where he leaves his…

Green apple time! an’, Oh, the jo… Once more to be a healthy boy, Casting a longin’ greedy eye At every tree he passes by! Riskin’ the direst consequence