SEPTEMBER with her brushes dip… Now comes to paint the valleys and… And we forget completely that the… As we gaze upon the color that she… For all that we remember

Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.

Cliffs of Scotland, guard them we… Shield them from the blizzard’s ra… Let your granite towers tell That those sleeping heroes fell In the service of their age.

People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,

‘Tell us a story,’ comes the cry From little lips when nights are c… And in the grate the flames leap h… ‘Tell us a tale of pirates bold, Or fairies hiding in the glen,

’Twas hard to think that he must g… We knew that we should miss him so… We thought that he must always sta… Beside us, laughing, day by day; That he must never know the care

Time was I used to worry and I’d… And think with every ache I got t… I’d see disaster comin’ from a doz… An’ prophesy calamity an’ dark and… But I’ve come to this conclusion,…

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,

What We Can Be We cannot all be men of fame, We cannot all be men of wealth, We cannot all be known by name, We cannot all have perfect health,

Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,

Let philosophers say that it’s all… No matter what happens awry, I defy one to smile who spills pie… Especially loose pumpkin pie.

A touch of the plain and the prair… A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the fur-trapper wary, A blend of the old and the new; A bit of the pioneer splendor

His comrades have enlisted, but hi… His soul is sick with coward shame… His eyes no longer sparkle, and hi… And I think that she has lost him… Oh, I’m sorry for the mother, but…

OF ALL the ships that sail life’… The Comradeship’s the one for me; In weather fair or weather foul, A pleasant breeze or gales that ho… An ocean smooth or troubled sea,

Last year he wanted building block… And picture books and toys, A saddle horse that gayly rocks, And games for little boys. But now he’s big and all that stuf…