Precious child in my arms. how I yearn in my heart. to make it easier than it was for me. but we all have our times and our stairs we must climb. there is one thing I'm hoping you'll see.
Joseph was an old man and an old man was he,. and he has married Mary, the queen of Galilee,. and he has married Mary, the queen of Galilee. . As Joseph and Mary walked in the garden green,.
I've been throwin' horseshoes over my left shoulder. I spent most all my life searchin' for that four-leaf clover. Yet you ran with me chasin' my rainbows.
There will be a happy meeting in Heaven, I know. When we see the many loved ones we've known here below. Gathered on that blessed hilltop with hearts all aglow.
Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by. It's so hard to make every note bend just right. You lay down the hours and leave not one trace. But a tune for the dancing is there in it's place.
Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me, at my Father's throne, make all my wants and wishes known! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, and oft escaped the tempters snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer..
Sweet forgiveness, that's what you give to me.. When you hold me close,. And you say: "That's all over.". You don't go looking back,. You don't hold the cards to stack..
It'll burn you at the start, as if to breezes you were bare. Then drop deep into your heart like a single salty tear. And the heart full of spite will come to know regret.
So you're headed down a Southern way,. passing thru the Delta some time today?. In my mind, pictures line the walls. of a place I used to know, and vividly recall.
Reject the burden of all earthly solace. Put from your heart the claims of home and wife. Does your child hunger? Give unto a stranger. The bread that once would feed that little life..
She's got a phone in one hand, a hairbrush in the other. and she says, "Life's too short to stay home and be a mother". She says she can have it all 'cause that's The New Deal.
When I first come to this country in eighteen and forty-nine. I saw many fair lovers but I never saw mine. I viewed it all around me, saw I was quite alone.
Make me feverish, sleepless. and breathless,. Le the years of prostration be long,. 0 Lord, take my child and companion,. And destroy the sweet power of song..
No use crying, talking to a stranger,. naming the sorrow you've seen. Too many bad times, too many sad times. Nobody knows what you mean. . Chorus:. But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows.
My love stood under a walnut tree. Over the garden wall. She whispered and said she'd be true to me. Over the garden wall. She had beautiful eyes and beautiful hair.
On a gravel back-road, down deep in the Fall. So long ago, yet how well I recall. My Grandfather's green truck with the rusted-out rims. and me on the seat, 'tween my Mamma and him.
And you know the sun's settin' fast,. And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts.. Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye,. But hold on to your lover,.
On the wings of a snow-white dove. He sends His pure sweet love. A sign from above. On the wings of a dove. . When Noah had drifted on the flood many days.
Oh how good the snapping and the crackle. Of the frost that daily grows more keen.. Laden with its dazzling icy roses,. The white flaming bush is forced to lean..
Not with deserters from the battle. That tears my land do I belong.. To their coarse praise I do not listen,. They shall not have from me one song.. .