We’re queer folks here. We’ll talk about the weather, The good times we have had togethe… The good times near, The roses buddin’, an’ the bees
In the corner she’s left the mecha… On the chair is her Teddy Bear fi… The things that I thought she wou… Don’t seem to be quite in her line… There’s the flaxen-haired doll tha…
Old-fashioned flowers! I love the… The morning-glories on the wall, The pansies in their patch of shad… The violets, stolen from a glade, The bleeding hearts and columbine,
When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger’s not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn’t hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he’ll never mis…
Don’t want medals on my breast, Don’t want all the glory, I’m not worrying greatly lest The world won’t hear my story. A chance to dream beside a stream
When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your should… Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
If all the flowers were roses, If never daisies grew, If no old-fashioned posies Drank in the morning dew, Then man might have some reason
The bright spots in my life are wh… Although that grim disturbance bri… The week between the old girl’s’ r… Is one that’s filled with happines… The charm of living’s back again—a…
I have no wish to rail at fate, And vow that I’m unfairly treated… I do not give vent to my hate Because at times I am defeated. Life has its ups and downs, I kno…
We understand a lot of things we n… And it seems that to each other M… I don’t know how to say it, but si… We have learned that to be happy w… You can share your joys and pleasu…
Ain’t no use as I can see In sittin’ underneath a tree An’ growlin’ that your luck is bad… An’ that your life is extry sad; Your life ain’t sadder than your n…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged… A stone-bruised heel or a swollen… And in sorrowful tones she tells m… She fell and 'hurted herse’f to-da…
Adown the lanes of memory bloom al… And looking back we smile to see l… The little sprigs of mignonette th… The pansy and the violet, too swee… The gentle mother by the door care…
A year is filled with glad events: The best is Christmas day, But every holiday presents Its special round of play, And looking back on boyhood now
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
I’ve’ felt some little thrills of… Along the pleasant lanes of life t… No great distinction have I claim… Some satisfactions sweet have come… But of the joyous thrills of life…
‘Men will grow weary,’ said the L… ‘Of working for their bed and boar… They’ll weary of the money chase And want to find a resting place Where hum of wheel is never heard
Show the flag and let it wave As a symbol of the brave Let it float upon the breeze As a sign for each who sees That beneath it, where it rides,
It’s good to have the trees again,… It’s good to see the lilacs bloom… It’s good that we can feel again t… For hearts and minds, of sorrow no… The roses haven’t changed a bit, n…
To serve my country day by day At any humble post I may; To honor and respect her flag, To live the traits of which I bra… To be American in deed
The road to laughter beckons me, The road to all that’s best; The home road where I nightly see The castle of my rest; The path where all is fine and fai…
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell… The burdens they are bearing, with… Of course the cost of living has g… And our kids are wearing garments… Now my father wasn’t wealthy, but…
The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you…
I can pass up the lure of a jewel… With never the trace of a sigh, The things on a shelf that I’d li… I never regret I can’t buy. I can go through the town passing…
The mother on the sidewalk as the… Is the mother of Old Glory that i… Men have fought to keep it splendi… But that flag was born of woman an… ’Tis her sacrifice has made it, an…
The finest tribute we can pay Unto our hero dead to-day, Is not a rose wreath, white and re… In memory of the blood they shed; It is to stand beside each mound,
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three, And back to me came straying The years that used to be; In him the boy was Maying
The stick-together families are ha… Than the brothers and the sisters… The gladdest people living are the… A circle at the fireside that no p… And the finest of conventions ever…
If certain folks that I know well Should come to me their woes to te… I’d read the sorrow in their faces And I could analyze their cases. I watch some couples day by day
