| WHEN I LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND I KNOW I MILLIONAIRE IS BURDENED DOWN WITH CARE AND LOVE IS ON HIS MIND HE'S THINKING OF THE DAY WHEN HE MUST PASS AWAY AND LEAVE HIS WORLD BEHIND I HAVEN'T ANY GOLD TO LEAVE WHEN I GROW OLD SOMEHOW IT PASSED ME BY I'M VERY POOR BUT STILL I LEAVE A PRECIOUS WILL WHEN I MUST SAY GOODBYE I LEAVE THE SUNSHINE TO THE FLOWERS I LEAVE THE SPRINGTIME TO THEIR DREAMS AND TO THE OLD FOLK, I'LL LEAVE A MEMORY OF A BABY UPON THEIR KNEES I LEAVE A NIGHTTIME TO THE DREAMERS I LEAVE THE SONGBIRDS TO THE BLIND I LEAVE THE MOON ABOVE TO THOSE IN LOVE WHEN I LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND |
| Strangers in The Box Come, look with me inside this drawer, In this box Iv’e often seen, At the pictures, black and white, Faces proud, still, and serene. I wish I knew the people, These strangers in the box, Their names and all their memories, Are lost among my socks. I wonder what their lives were like, How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I’ll never know their ways. If only someone had taken time, To tell who, what, where and when, These faces of my heritage, Would come to life again. Could this become the fate, Of the pictures we take today? The faces and the memories, Someday to be passed away? Take time to save your stories, Seize the opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours, Could be strangers in the box. Author: Pam Harazim |
| No Footprints in the Sands of Time It's nice to come from gentle folks Who wouldn't stoop to brawl, Who never took a lusty poke At anyone at all! Who never raised a raucous shout At any country inn, Or calmed an ugly fellow lout With a belaying pin! Who never shot at a revenuer Hunting for a still, Who never rustled cattle and agreed with Uncle's will! Who lived life as they ought without uncouth distraction, And shunned like leprosy a thought of taking legal action! It's nice to come from gentle folk Who 've never know disgrace But oh, though scandal is no joke It's far easier to trace! Author Unknown |
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