Used to wonder just why father Never had much time for play, Used to wonder why he’d rather Work each minute of the day. Used to wonder why he never

UNDER a tree where the breezes b… There is the spot that it’s good t… With the children bronzed by the… Bubbling with laughter and wholeso… And I gather them round—all the h…

I’M allus glad when my Pa gets ba… From the shu-shu cars and the rail… Or a big boat ride, which he often… Oh, I 'm orful glad when he’s bac… Jes’ as soon as he’s kissed my ma…

Up to the ceiling And down to the floor, Hear him now squealing And calling for more. Laughing and shouting,

The hours were long with you away, Although I thought I could forget… I banished you and cursed the day That we had ever met. I frowned upon you, and I vowed

FAME is a fickle jade at best, And he who seeks to win her smile Must trudge, disdaining play or re… O’er many a long and weary mile. Nor must he work alone for her,

Last night I caught him on his kn… And oh, the guilty look he wore, a… When I, pretending to be cross, s… game?’ As if, back in the long ago, I ha…

IT ‘S human for a woman To enjoy a little cry; Though a man will grin and bear ’e… And pass little troubles by, A woman seeks a pillow

I’M glad I have a wife at home That’s patient, kind and true; I ‘m glad a little tot of three At home waits for me, too; I ’m glad that I can see them bot…

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

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…

If I can leave behind me here and… A friend or two to say when I am… That I had helped to make their p… Had brought them smiles when they… The riches of this world I’ll car…

Taking medicine today isn’t what it used to be. Castor oil is castor oil, but they’ve banished senna tea, And they’ve sugar coated now all the bitter things we took, Mother used to brew...

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,

‘I had a full day in my purse When I arose, and now it’s gone! I wonder if I can rehearse The squandered hours, one by one, And count the minutes as I do