BREATH OF LOVE

Give your time and thoughtTo the better side of life.

Moments by moments, hours by hours,Your love in my heart just pours in showers.Breath of love.Breath by breath, smile by smile,May your love bring to my heart no vileBreath of love.Word by word, to ease by ease,My love is all yours to treat as you please.Breath of love.Side by side, hand in hand,Pure love, sweet love, will always stand.

Cling, clang, the anvil rangBehind the prison walls a convict sangA song of his innocence as he worked away,And for keeping bad company this was his pay.He was coaxed by mother, sister and brotherBefore the handcuffs came,But now he’s clothed in a little striped suit,And to face the world again he’s ashamed.

Cling, clang, the anvil rangBehind the prison walls a convict sangA song of his innocence as he worked away,And for keeping bad company this was his pay.

He was coaxed by mother, sister and brotherBefore the handcuffs came,But now he’s clothed in a little striped suit,And to face the world again he’s ashamed.

Life is so short, death sleep is so long,Think kind of me now not after I’m gone.

Steal not from yourself nowadaysFor your work is your boss.

There’s always a look in your eyes,There’s always a rose in your smile,Could there be a feeling in your heartTo my life that means worth while.There’s always times I long for you,There’s always times I feel sad.I wonder if those times could be brightenedTo make my poor heart glad.There’s always my golden dreams,There’s always my thoughts of love,And you are a tender blessing dearThat flowed from the heavens above.There’s always a cloudy day,There’s always a little sunshine,But there would be no cloudy onesIf you’ll promise to be mine.

There’s always a look in your eyes,There’s always a rose in your smile,Could there be a feeling in your heartTo my life that means worth while.

There’s always times I long for you,There’s always times I feel sad.I wonder if those times could be brightenedTo make my poor heart glad.

There’s always my golden dreams,There’s always my thoughts of love,And you are a tender blessing dearThat flowed from the heavens above.

There’s always a cloudy day,There’s always a little sunshine,But there would be no cloudy onesIf you’ll promise to be mine.

All, to our lives is pure sweet loveAll, in a day it can grow,All, in a moment it can leave us,All, of us don’t think so.All, of our thoughts of happiness,All, of our smiles in between,All, could be dead by tomorrow,All, could be love’s saddest scene.

All, to our lives is pure sweet loveAll, in a day it can grow,All, in a moment it can leave us,All, of us don’t think so.

All, of our thoughts of happiness,All, of our smiles in between,All, could be dead by tomorrow,All, could be love’s saddest scene.

Our lives are passing ne’er to repass,Quoting these words to memoryCould save your soul.

Gone art your love, that I once knew,It faded like a rose for the want of dew,But God bless you, dear,From sorrow and care.But there lies memories of your faded love.Though I’ll go along life’s gay way,Plucking the roses of a bright summer’s day.Weakened but guided by the Savior above,But still there’s memories of your faded love.Enchanted in my heart were you so strongI never dreamed fate could guide you wrong.From the wilderness came the mourn of a dove,It knows the sad story of your faded love.Onward to me the years may flyBut not relieved of my tears and sighs.Remember I held you with my little golden glovesTill the distant times brought your faded love.

Gone art your love, that I once knew,It faded like a rose for the want of dew,But God bless you, dear,From sorrow and care.But there lies memories of your faded love.

Though I’ll go along life’s gay way,Plucking the roses of a bright summer’s day.Weakened but guided by the Savior above,But still there’s memories of your faded love.

Enchanted in my heart were you so strongI never dreamed fate could guide you wrong.From the wilderness came the mourn of a dove,It knows the sad story of your faded love.

Onward to me the years may flyBut not relieved of my tears and sighs.Remember I held you with my little golden glovesTill the distant times brought your faded love.

Back o’er the mountainWhere the sun ne’er shinesWas left a snow driftFrom winter time.In this lonely little spotWhere nothing will growThe warm summer windsNe’er melts the snow.

You have a soul as tender as the breath of a rose,Each day my life’s worth living as our love grows and grows,There never shone a star as bright, no sweeter words could have come to light.And there’s a compensation to you life owes,For your soul being as tender as the breath of a rose,And the coldest night the winter wind blowsIn my heart’s a humming that no one knows.My love for you just gently flows,While I sit and think of the words to compose.May always your soul be tenderAs the breath of a rose.

You have a soul as tender as the breath of a rose,Each day my life’s worth living as our love grows and grows,There never shone a star as bright, no sweeter words could have come to light.

And there’s a compensation to you life owes,For your soul being as tender as the breath of a rose,And the coldest night the winter wind blowsIn my heart’s a humming that no one knows.

My love for you just gently flows,While I sit and think of the words to compose.May always your soul be tenderAs the breath of a rose.

The little wild roseI gave to you’Tis a token of my love,Will you be true?It was losing its petals,For autumn was near,But love so humble,For you my dear.If all through lifeThis rose could speak,’Twould strengthen our loveShould it e’er grow weak.

The little wild roseI gave to you’Tis a token of my love,Will you be true?

It was losing its petals,For autumn was near,But love so humble,For you my dear.

If all through lifeThis rose could speak,’Twould strengthen our loveShould it e’er grow weak.

Just as many days that my heart has brokenI will count and hold as love’s sad token,But just the way my heart is achingSome day you’ll love, then you’ll be forsaken.You may be happy for a time, in a way,But fate will overrule, then you’re sure to pay,And when that time comes you’ll sit and look in space.In each, and every vision, will be my broken-hearted face.Then you will see and solemnly pleadTo have the time shortened, my heart did bleed.But remember when you’re playing with the game of loveYou can fool many a body, but think whose above.

Our lives is like a ball of twine,Day by day it unwinds,As if tied to a reel that you turn and turn;This is what every soul should learn.Who only knows where the end will appearOn this tiny little string holding life so dear.Above is our judge to handle this case,We know not when the time, nor spaceBeing numbered in moments, days, hours, and years,Save us, Oh! Lord, as the time draws near;And when the end cometh its the work of our GodThen forever we’ll sleep beneath the sod.

Blessed art the onesWhom our Father crowns.But lost art the onesWhom seeketh and ne’er found.

Listen to the humble wordsThat a down-hearted poet did write;He was in a world of darknessAnd could not see no light.His mind was on one person,But his soul was somewhat chilled,Though he’d smile when spoken to,For this was just his build.Maybe his mind is traveling,Is why he looks in space,His heart is loving some one,His actions proves the case.But soon his thoughts will changeTo sunshine or maybe flowers,Then with joy he’ll sit and writeFor hours after hours.A poet has many a thoughtThat come and go each day,He dwells in the land of beautiful scenes,Though some are a thousand miles away.His sweetest thoughts is tender love,His next is the breath of a rose,And oh! how the two, gladdens heartsWhen their souls are reposed.

Listen to the humble wordsThat a down-hearted poet did write;He was in a world of darknessAnd could not see no light.

His mind was on one person,But his soul was somewhat chilled,Though he’d smile when spoken to,For this was just his build.

Maybe his mind is traveling,Is why he looks in space,His heart is loving some one,His actions proves the case.

But soon his thoughts will changeTo sunshine or maybe flowers,Then with joy he’ll sit and writeFor hours after hours.

A poet has many a thoughtThat come and go each day,He dwells in the land of beautiful scenes,Though some are a thousand miles away.

His sweetest thoughts is tender love,His next is the breath of a rose,And oh! how the two, gladdens heartsWhen their souls are reposed.

Drink not of a bottleThat has sparkling bubbles,This habit once formedMeans a world of trouble.

Here are my thoughtsOf you, little friend,As I pass your gateAnd gently look in.Your rose-bloomed faceAnd tender smileTo any one living,They’re really worth while.You always seem gayAs the days are long,In your heart there must humA sweet love song.This tells the storyJust as you look,My thoughts of youWill be in a book.

Here are my thoughtsOf you, little friend,As I pass your gateAnd gently look in.

Your rose-bloomed faceAnd tender smileTo any one living,They’re really worth while.

You always seem gayAs the days are long,In your heart there must humA sweet love song.

This tells the storyJust as you look,My thoughts of youWill be in a book.

Oh! dwell with me good spiritIn my heart let there ringLove for all of God’s creationFlow from my lips when I sing.Deep in my heartLet joy be knownAnd more love for our FatherWhom sitteth on the throne.

Oh! dwell with me good spiritIn my heart let there ringLove for all of God’s creationFlow from my lips when I sing.

Deep in my heartLet joy be knownAnd more love for our FatherWhom sitteth on the throne.

You have a moment to think,And an hour to act, this reversedCould mean you harm.

Sleep, dearest one, sleep,May you dream of bright fond loveThis poem that I write of youIs sent from the heavens above.And o’er you will soar an angelWith golden wings, ’twill fan your brow,My love for you in heaven’s record,Be humble to our Savior for this blessing he allows.This angel will guide you o’erA path in which you may sin,But let our tender thoughts be of each otherFrom the beginning to the end.At times you may sit and wonderWhy you want me dear,I being born unfortunately poor,But the power in my writing holds you near.

Sleep, dearest one, sleep,May you dream of bright fond loveThis poem that I write of youIs sent from the heavens above.

And o’er you will soar an angelWith golden wings, ’twill fan your brow,My love for you in heaven’s record,Be humble to our Savior for this blessing he allows.

This angel will guide you o’erA path in which you may sin,But let our tender thoughts be of each otherFrom the beginning to the end.

At times you may sit and wonderWhy you want me dear,I being born unfortunately poor,But the power in my writing holds you near.

My heart beats weakBut my thoughts strong,Jogging up the road to success,And my strength has left me so,But I never stop to rest.

We are born in this worldWith burdens laid outTo shoulder as the years go by.

A poet’s thoughts are as deepAs the old sad sea,And he holds love for his workThat will always be.A joy to his heartThat comes in dreams, sweet dreams,And he’s a humble fellow,Just as humble as he seems.His heart is very tenderAnd this is easy explained,For he’s always thinkingTo relieve, some heart of it’s pain.Night and day he labors,With gift he loves so well,And when he’ll ever tire,Time, can only tell.

A poet’s thoughts are as deepAs the old sad sea,And he holds love for his workThat will always be.

A joy to his heartThat comes in dreams, sweet dreams,And he’s a humble fellow,Just as humble as he seems.

His heart is very tenderAnd this is easy explained,For he’s always thinkingTo relieve, some heart of it’s pain.

Night and day he labors,With gift he loves so well,And when he’ll ever tire,Time, can only tell.

The early bird gets the worm,The wise man gets the money,Jack Frost gets the autumn leaves,The little bee gets the honey.The working man gets his meals (sometimes)The doctor gets his callsBut what’s the use in worrying, friends,The graveyard gets us all.

Isn’t it hard to drive back your feelingsWhen therein shines a smile,For the one whom you love so dearly,And their life could mean you worth while.But drive it back secret love,Into a day of darkness and rain,You hold the wrath of deep sighing,And to our hearts, you bring racking pain.It hangs heavily on mind,And its stealing what nature has given.Oh! why does fate, with this bad omenHold this torturing, in which we live?

Isn’t it hard to drive back your feelingsWhen therein shines a smile,For the one whom you love so dearly,And their life could mean you worth while.

But drive it back secret love,Into a day of darkness and rain,You hold the wrath of deep sighing,And to our hearts, you bring racking pain.

It hangs heavily on mind,And its stealing what nature has given.Oh! why does fate, with this bad omenHold this torturing, in which we live?

Good bye, honey bee, you gathered from meHoney the whole summer long,But autumn’s here to take me home.Now I’ll lose the sound of your song,But go to your nestAnd dream of the past.When winter goes bySpring returns fast.Then I’ll return, too,And open my buds,Then the loving, tender breeze,With my fragrance will flood.

When I think of the dayThat we’re to part,It brings a deep sighThat weakens my heart.Then it leaves my mindSo roamsome and blue,For there’s my loveIn memory of you.In the heart of these rosesWith their petals so gayIs my love most tender,With each breath they’ll spray.Here’s solemn hopesWith love so true,May these roses touch your heartThrough and through.And when their petals witherTo blow on the breeze,Remember love is deeperThan any place in the seas.

When I think of the dayThat we’re to part,It brings a deep sighThat weakens my heart.

Then it leaves my mindSo roamsome and blue,For there’s my loveIn memory of you.

In the heart of these rosesWith their petals so gayIs my love most tender,With each breath they’ll spray.

Here’s solemn hopesWith love so true,May these roses touch your heartThrough and through.

And when their petals witherTo blow on the breeze,Remember love is deeperThan any place in the seas.

We are strong in some thingsAnd weak in another;We are not all alike,There is a difference in brothers.

The night was still,No sounds could be heard,But soon came voicesSweet as a bird.I arose from my bedTo find who it could be.’Twas my deceased sisters,Mildred and Marie.Oh! how beautifulWas their golden wings,With music in their voicesThat the living can’t sing.They told of the heavensSo sweetly to me,And tell mother you were visitedBy Mildred and Marie.

The night was still,No sounds could be heard,But soon came voicesSweet as a bird.

I arose from my bedTo find who it could be.’Twas my deceased sisters,Mildred and Marie.

Oh! how beautifulWas their golden wings,With music in their voicesThat the living can’t sing.

They told of the heavensSo sweetly to me,And tell mother you were visitedBy Mildred and Marie.

The rose of my lifeWere in bloom it seems,When I saw your faceIn my golden dreams.It cleansed my thoughtsSo sweet and bright,I ne’er wanted to awakeOut of my slumbers that night.

The rose of my lifeWere in bloom it seems,When I saw your faceIn my golden dreams.

It cleansed my thoughtsSo sweet and bright,I ne’er wanted to awakeOut of my slumbers that night.

Oh! torturing sadness, why burden me now?Hide behind those unhappy thoughts that’s the cause of my broken vow,You build around me those death chilled walls,Leaving no sunshine in,But fate is the cause in letting me fallDeep into this untold sin.But I’ll take you with a smile,It matters not where’er I beI’ll stand my ground like a manIf you’re rough as the water of the mad rushing sea.

But I’ll take you with a smile,It matters not where’er I beI’ll stand my ground like a manIf you’re rough as the water of the mad rushing sea.

When we lie downOn our couch to rest,Our conscience must be clearTo be heavenly blessed.Then smile, oh gentle Savior,As you pass on into sleep,Then somewhere in slumber landYou may holy creep.There your sins are washed away,And replaced by golden wings,Oh, think what you’ll enjoyTo hear the heaven’s choir sing.

When we lie downOn our couch to rest,Our conscience must be clearTo be heavenly blessed.

Then smile, oh gentle Savior,As you pass on into sleep,Then somewhere in slumber landYou may holy creep.

There your sins are washed away,And replaced by golden wings,Oh, think what you’ll enjoyTo hear the heaven’s choir sing.

Isn’t it hard to giveYour heart and soulFor the one you’d die to let live,When day by day they are growing cold.

Oh, Lord, teach me from day to dayTo dwell in the pathAlong the righteous way.Remove my thoughtsOf riches and gold,For this so manyHave traded their souls.

Each moment you frownYou’re stealing from your life,And at times you break the heartOf a dear sweet wife.

One’s greatest fancy is a smileAnd love’s brightest way is hope,Then time’s golden entrance is patience.Though the years to us may come and go,But out of my memory ne’er can flowThe ring I gave you that spoke in silenceFor you it held you, but for me violence.A wicked thought is easy bought,But values nothing in gold.So read this verse between times,And let righteousness into your soul.

One’s greatest fancy is a smileAnd love’s brightest way is hope,Then time’s golden entrance is patience.

Though the years to us may come and go,But out of my memory ne’er can flowThe ring I gave you that spoke in silenceFor you it held you, but for me violence.

A wicked thought is easy bought,But values nothing in gold.So read this verse between times,And let righteousness into your soul.

I like all nature’s beauty,I like to rove the wild wood,My heart likes to hold in its depth,I like only thoughts that are good.True like the sun does shine,Aloud like the bells do ring,Joy like my heart loves,It likes a little song to sing.Nice, like a sweet summer’s eve,Tender, like the breezes do blow,My heart likes to love some one,It likes a place to go.Who likes a day of sorrow?Who likes untold, displeasure?My heart likes all happiness,And it likes a real full measure.I like but a little company,I like but a little sight,My heart likes to be at ease,It likes to feel, what I write.

I like all nature’s beauty,I like to rove the wild wood,My heart likes to hold in its depth,I like only thoughts that are good.

True like the sun does shine,Aloud like the bells do ring,Joy like my heart loves,It likes a little song to sing.

Nice, like a sweet summer’s eve,Tender, like the breezes do blow,My heart likes to love some one,It likes a place to go.

Who likes a day of sorrow?Who likes untold, displeasure?My heart likes all happiness,And it likes a real full measure.

I like but a little company,I like but a little sight,My heart likes to be at ease,It likes to feel, what I write.

In your heartLet silence find a place,Then be guided by your conscienceAnd you’re always safe.

I’d love to knowYour real full name.’Twould be pleasure to writeYour beauty and fame.I’d write on the valueOf you in which I hold,Why it could ne’er be boughtWith Rockefeller’s gold.Indeed you’re a blessingFrom the heavens above,And all would be brightIf I had your love.And while sweet breezes blowOver life’s rough way,I could sit and write your nameIn my humble essays.

I’d love to knowYour real full name.’Twould be pleasure to writeYour beauty and fame.

I’d write on the valueOf you in which I hold,Why it could ne’er be boughtWith Rockefeller’s gold.

Indeed you’re a blessingFrom the heavens above,And all would be brightIf I had your love.

And while sweet breezes blowOver life’s rough way,I could sit and write your nameIn my humble essays.

Every smiling face,Or even jolly motions,Doesn’t prove that one’s sorrowsAre not deeper than the ocean.But there is great value, in a smile,It can save a poor man’s life,When I go home it’s worth while,For I meet a smiling wife.

Every smiling face,Or even jolly motions,Doesn’t prove that one’s sorrowsAre not deeper than the ocean.

But there is great value, in a smile,It can save a poor man’s life,When I go home it’s worth while,For I meet a smiling wife.

I received a flowerOn the twelfth of May,It was a tokenOf Mother’s day.With petals snow-whiteAnd fragrance so sweet,Thou art my hopeThat in heaven we’ll meet.My mind wandered backIn a childish wayMy soul then reposed!But seemed to say:Oh! the spirit spokeAs I did pray,In the heart of this flowerShineth Mother’s day.

I received a flowerOn the twelfth of May,It was a tokenOf Mother’s day.

With petals snow-whiteAnd fragrance so sweet,Thou art my hopeThat in heaven we’ll meet.

My mind wandered backIn a childish wayMy soul then reposed!But seemed to say:

Oh! the spirit spokeAs I did pray,In the heart of this flowerShineth Mother’s day.

All nature is happy this morning,Oh! how they welcome the beautiful sun,And those silver-throated fellowsGives music until the day is done.They bring to my heart so sweetlyA feeling I can hardly explain,That travels on the breezes so tender,With such a soothing refrain.

All nature is happy this morning,Oh! how they welcome the beautiful sun,And those silver-throated fellowsGives music until the day is done.

They bring to my heart so sweetlyA feeling I can hardly explain,That travels on the breezes so tender,With such a soothing refrain.

The peonies are in bloom,Their perfume I adore,Naught keeps me from dreamingOf you for evermore.The night is bright,The dewdrops fall,The night birds singWith a distant call.My heart then beatsIn throbbing pain,My eyes in tears,My soul is strained.Come tell me, dear,If thy love’s dead,Come raise me thenFrom sorrow’s bed.

The peonies are in bloom,Their perfume I adore,Naught keeps me from dreamingOf you for evermore.

The night is bright,The dewdrops fall,The night birds singWith a distant call.

My heart then beatsIn throbbing pain,My eyes in tears,My soul is strained.

Come tell me, dear,If thy love’s dead,Come raise me thenFrom sorrow’s bed.

Have you given this a thought,If you haven’t you really ought.This is what we all should knowAnd we do wrong when we don’t goWhene’er conscience speaks.Every man, woman, or childWhen nearing trouble or something vile,Should gently turnAnd never yearnWhene’er conscience speaks.

Have you given this a thought,If you haven’t you really ought.This is what we all should knowAnd we do wrong when we don’t goWhene’er conscience speaks.

Every man, woman, or childWhen nearing trouble or something vile,Should gently turnAnd never yearnWhene’er conscience speaks.

For my little humble talentI turn thanks to our God.Though each time I try to show itI meet with the world of odds.Though He blessed me with my gift,And He will bless me along the way,He is giving me love and wisdomAnd He will bring a brighter day.These are words of a poor poet,And what I write is true,I long to go before the worldTo try and show what I can do.If one could only see me now,My lips are numb, shows sorrow deep.This is after my daily laborThat these thoughts through my mind does creep.God gives me strength to work,To earn my daily bread,Then revives me for my writingTo show that my blood is red.

For my little humble talentI turn thanks to our God.Though each time I try to show itI meet with the world of odds.

Though He blessed me with my gift,And He will bless me along the way,He is giving me love and wisdomAnd He will bring a brighter day.

These are words of a poor poet,And what I write is true,I long to go before the worldTo try and show what I can do.

If one could only see me now,My lips are numb, shows sorrow deep.This is after my daily laborThat these thoughts through my mind does creep.

God gives me strength to work,To earn my daily bread,Then revives me for my writingTo show that my blood is red.

Why swell up o’er talentOr activeness of brain?God giveth and he takethAs easy as it twinkles down rain.

Life lays out its happiness and sorrows,You’re to choose either for to-day or to-morrow,We can be happy our whole life throughIn regarding our company and the things we do.Let the other fellow think what he will or may,I’ll choose happiness, it really pays.Life holds a beauty that shineth like gold,Seek it while you’re young, don’t wait to get old.Day by day it comes to us all,So fly not so high, remember your fall.One moment we’re up and the next we’re down,Try to take the ladder without a frown.For our lives are planned out with time and spaceAnd we are truly guided by an unseen face.The blossoms of life has petals so dear;Then deal with them gently and handle with care,There’s like the rose in the garden that blooms,That gives to the breeze their wafted perfume,But the way the frost makes its petals flyThis teaches us that we all must die.

In a lonely little villageWas the tolling of a bell.Deep in our heartsA sad story it tells.Deceased our dear, old generalWho fought with heart so brave,In honor of our land and country,And stars and stripes to save.

In a lonely little villageWas the tolling of a bell.Deep in our heartsA sad story it tells.

Deceased our dear, old generalWho fought with heart so brave,In honor of our land and country,And stars and stripes to save.

A poor shabby boy;But an ambitious poet,And in most appealing wayHe’d love for the world to know it.For now he sits and dreamsOf which he can’t depart,And deep in his soul liesThat beautiful hidden art.God gives him the powerAnd a clean mind to compose,He gathers beauties from an unseen garden,Where he dwells when his soul is reposed.He has a high standard in thoughtAs the richest man of the day,And wears a smile, though destituteFor this is just his way.

A poor shabby boy;But an ambitious poet,And in most appealing wayHe’d love for the world to know it.

For now he sits and dreamsOf which he can’t depart,And deep in his soul liesThat beautiful hidden art.

God gives him the powerAnd a clean mind to compose,He gathers beauties from an unseen garden,Where he dwells when his soul is reposed.

He has a high standard in thoughtAs the richest man of the day,And wears a smile, though destituteFor this is just his way.

Here lies the roses that’s fading away,With their memories of a brighter day;Just like the heat, are withering them dear,The loss of your love brings sorrow and care.These roses go back to nature’s review,They’ll regain their lives and bloom anew,But if my poor heart could be repairedWith kindness of nature which roses are shared’Twould remove all sorrow and enter sweet refrainThen my heart would bud and bloom again.

Could there ever be a dayThat sorrow will cease and blow away,May it travel to parts to me unknown,That my heart have back a feeling of its ownFor a while.My heart has never quit its pining,Each thought brings a silver lining,And if you were near’Twould ease my careFor a while.No one knows why I sigh,It’s love in my heart that cannot die,Though now I regretBut cannot forgetFor a while.Now it seems like wasted yearsTo intermix with my bitter tears,Though I’ve prayed to our God aboveThat He may return my only love.For a while.The beautiful stars in their gloryHas ceased to tell love’s sweet story,They hide from me behind the clouds;Will some one love me if my head is bowed?For a while.

Could there ever be a dayThat sorrow will cease and blow away,May it travel to parts to me unknown,That my heart have back a feeling of its ownFor a while.

My heart has never quit its pining,Each thought brings a silver lining,And if you were near’Twould ease my careFor a while.

No one knows why I sigh,It’s love in my heart that cannot die,Though now I regretBut cannot forgetFor a while.

Now it seems like wasted yearsTo intermix with my bitter tears,Though I’ve prayed to our God aboveThat He may return my only love.For a while.

The beautiful stars in their gloryHas ceased to tell love’s sweet story,They hide from me behind the clouds;Will some one love me if my head is bowed?For a while.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a smileIf it’s really meant from the heart.

Love when young and tenderShould pick its place to go;Beware of hearts that deceiveFor there, ’twill cease to grow.Then hearts that are trueBeat just as one,With a soulful tender feeling,Till love’s bright day is done.Hearts that are true,And when they cross the river of JordanTo answer to their rights and wrongs,That sweet word love will be in golden lettersAnd will be sung in a beautiful song.

Love when young and tenderShould pick its place to go;Beware of hearts that deceiveFor there, ’twill cease to grow.

Then hearts that are trueBeat just as one,With a soulful tender feeling,Till love’s bright day is done.

Hearts that are true,And when they cross the river of JordanTo answer to their rights and wrongs,That sweet word love will be in golden lettersAnd will be sung in a beautiful song.

How can I forgetWhat I have to regretWhen there in my dreamsIt just flows in streamsAnd tells a story so true,That’s making me feel blue,Why it’s my love, my love for you.Your eyes, with beauty so rare,No diamond could shine as fair.But I’ll watch and prayFor that sweet day in May.So return your love anew,You have mine and it is all for you.

How can I forgetWhat I have to regretWhen there in my dreamsIt just flows in streamsAnd tells a story so true,That’s making me feel blue,Why it’s my love, my love for you.

Your eyes, with beauty so rare,No diamond could shine as fair.But I’ll watch and prayFor that sweet day in May.So return your love anew,You have mine and it is all for you.

My work for my raceWill always beTireless toilTo make them proud of me.Now if we all workTo this one point,Strong will be our union,No nation could break the joint.Just think! of all of us tryingTo make one another proud,Why the little stars in their gloryWould almost speak aloud.Then they’d shine brighter and brighter,And with love, they’d light the way,For the race that is loving to each otherThere is sure to come a better day.

My work for my raceWill always beTireless toilTo make them proud of me.

Now if we all workTo this one point,Strong will be our union,No nation could break the joint.

Just think! of all of us tryingTo make one another proud,Why the little stars in their gloryWould almost speak aloud.

Then they’d shine brighter and brighter,And with love, they’d light the way,For the race that is loving to each otherThere is sure to come a better day.

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