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The world is needing you and me, In places where we ought to be; Somewhere today it’s needing you To stand for what you know is true… And needing me somewhere today.
I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray; I’d like to pass away from earth
Be a friend. You don’t need money… Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended
AGE is calling to me, with his fi… It is urging me to wander down the… It has lined my cheeks with furrow… And is ever whispering to me that… But the heart of me keeps saying,…
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…
WISH I was only as bright as my… Wish I could think of the things… His is a wit without any alloy, His are real jokes without venomou… Laugh? When he speaks, from the t…
The lady what comes up to our hous… Is awfully poor, an’ she’s got Three babies t’ care for, an’ that… An’ that’s why she worries a lot. An’ Ma says her husband don’t hel…
fight worth while on this good old… Isn’t the fight for a hoard of gol… It isn’t the fight to increase you… In stocks and bonds and things to… It isn’t the fight for a higher pl…
His room is as it used to be Before he went away, The walls still keep the pennants… Brought home but yesterday. The picture of his baseball team
Here she walked and romped about, And here beneath this apple tree Where all the grass is trampled ou… The swing she loved so used to be. This path is but a path to you,
CAN you go to another who wins in… And give him a hand-shake that 's… Do you find yourself feeling a sen… In the good work another may do? Or deep in your heart are there en…
There are many to cheer when the b… There are many to shout for the ri… There are many to rail at the worl… But few have the grit for the figh… There are thousands to start with…
AFTER all is said and done, After all the work and fun, After all the sighing’s over And the laughter fades away, Then the cares that now beset us
H’if a Yankee cutthroat ’acks ’… H’it tykes a year to pack 'im h’… ’E can h’always dig h’up some h’ex… To keep your justice creepin’ like… But h’in H’England, h’if a bloke…
Oh, man must dream of gladness whe… And a hint of something better is… And nobody wakes at morning but ho… To have come to a richer pleasure… For man is a dreamer ever. He gli…