Sitting alone in an old rocking chair. I saw an old mother with silvery hair. She seemed so neglected by those who should care. Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.
ENOUGH FOR YOU. Writer Kris Kristofferson. . I've lived enough to know that love's not everything you need. God knows I know, there are still so many things you wanna be.
The younger kids are sleeping. Mama's working nights. You are heavy on my mind. So I just thought I'd write. . Money's hard to come by. Outside of that we're fine.
Mother dear come bathe my forehead. For I'm growing very weak. Mother let one drop of water. Fall upon my burning cheek. . I'm going away to leave you mother darling.
Go on with your new love have a good good time. Take her out and show her off fill her tall glass with wine. Live all you can I'll forgive you when the last thrill is gone.
All these many years I've loved you. No one has ever known. No one has ever known but you alone. I've kept it locked inside my heart. And smiled through all my tears.
Come and look out through the window. That big old moon is shinin' down. Tell me now don't it remind you. Of a blanket on the ground. . Remember back when love first found us.
You cheated me and made me lonely. I tried to be your very own. There'll be a day you'll want me only. But when I leave, I'll be a long time gone. Be a long time gone.
Not long ago I didn't know the feel of lips on mine. And I was halfway happy then but that was before your time. Then you came along and I found heaven but now you leave me alone.
The lightning express from the depot so grand. Had started out on its way. All of the passengers that were on board. Seemed to be happy and gay. . But one little boy who sat by himself.
Kentucky. You are the dearest land, outside of Heaven to me. Kentucky. I miss your laurel and your redbud trees. . When I die,. I want to rest upon a graceful mountain so high.
"I'm not in your town to stay,". Said a lady old and gray. To the warden of the penitentiary. "I'm not in your town to stay. And I'll soon be on my way.
Down in the Willow garden. Where me and my love did meet. As we sat a-courtin'. My love fell off to sleep. I had a bottle of Burgundy wine. My love she did not know.
T'was in the merry month of May. When flowers were a-bloomin'. Sweet Willie on his deathbed lay. For the love of Barbara Allen. . He sent his servant to the town.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening. In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. . Sleigh bells ring, are you listening.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I've a friend who's always near me. I've a friend who always cheers me. I've a friend who is so dear to me. What a precious Friend is He.. . Chorus. He'll go with me through the valley.
What a friend we have in Jesus,. All our sins and griefs to bear,. What a privilege to carry. Everything to God in prayer!. O what peace we often forfeit,.
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's vein; and sinners plunged beneath that flood. lose all their guilty stains.. Lose all their guilty stains,.