At The Millennium WHENEVER men and women learn To be themselves from day to day, To spend no more than what they ea… Not caring what their neighbors sa…

THEY ‘RE coming home Thanksgivi… They ’re coming back once more, And mother’s smiles begin to play The way they did before The youngsters went away. Somehow

Oh, we have friends in England, a… And should we have to travel there… Undaunted we should sail away, and… Because awaiting us would be someb… Full many a journey here we make w…

WHAT would be the use of singing… If there was no little woman near… What would be the use of righting… If a little woman didn’t cease to… What would be the use of getting r…

WHEN we wuz kids together, an’ w… In the lazy days of summer, when o… When a hat warn’t necessary, an’ a… An’ there warn’t a blessed thing t… Then th’ sun meant somethin’ to us…

I HEARD an old man say today: ‘A young man gives me orders now,’ A beardless youth gets better pay And tells me what to do and how; While I have toiled for forty yea…

We have room for the man with an h… With his heart on fire and his eye… We have room for the man with a pu… Who comes to our shores to start l… But we haven’t an inch of space fo…

The world is full of roses, bloomi… They smile a morning welcome and a… And every oak and maple, and every… Have a song bird on their branches… But you never see a red rose waiti…

She put her arms about my neck, And whispered low to me: ‘I’m thinking daddy, dear, how nic… And lovely it would be If only every little girl

The strangest man I ever knew Is Ebenezer Pettigrew; Dropped in on him last night t’ ch… Of politics an’ this an’ that, An’ when he’d showed me to a seat

WHEN the dressmaker comes I am t… For they don’t want me anywhere ha… At seven in the morning they send… With:' Don’t you come back till t… She’ll be here for a week, and we’…

Let the old fire blaze An’ the youngsters shout An’ the dog on the rug Sprawl full length out, An’ Mother an’ I

I’d like to steal a day and be All alone with little me, Little me that used to run Everywhere in search of fun; Little me of long ago

HOW dear to my heart is the bank… The five-spots and tens in the str… The yellow boys, too, that were mi… And oft I caressed with a fatherl… The wide, bulging bank roll that s…

BEHIND full many a gift there l… A splendid tale of sacrifice. On Christmas morn a mother’s hand About a young girl’s neck will pla… A trinket small, and she will stan…