I woke up this morning in a strange place. I looked into the mirror at a strange face. Then I looked for you but you could not be found. And then I felt the lonely comin' down.
My days are as dark as my nights. And I see no sunshine in sight. Your memory keeps blocking my view. And I'm living on memories of you. Can't eat when I'm hungry.
(Dolly Parton). . And Oprah was talkin' on TV this mornin'. She said when love dies, there's no need to keep mourning. The honeymoon's over, there's no vital signs.
Spotlight's on, it's shining bright. And I like standin' in it. It's only superficial light. But I don't want to end it. It's warmth and glow has taken hold.
Little sparrow, little sparrow. Precious fragile little thing. Little sparrow, little sparrow. Flies so high and feels no pain. . All ye maidens, heed my warning.
It's just a little bitty pissant country place. Ain't nothin' much to see. No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be. It's just a piddly squatin' old time country place.
Come they told me our pa ra pa pum pum. A newborn King to see pa ra pa pum pum. Our finest gifts we bring pa ra pa pum pum. To lay before the King pa ra pa pum pum.
Oh dear I'm so tired and so lonesome. I wonder why mommy don't come. She told me to shut up my blue eyes. And before I woke up she'd be home. . She said she was going to see Grandma.
It's just a little bitty pissant country place. Ain't nothin' much to see. No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be. It's just a piddly squatin' old time country place.
I'm a little bit slow to catch on. But when I do, I'm caught on. A little bit slow to move on. But your baby is a' movin' on, on. Your baby is a' movin' on.
Beauty is a rare perfume. Precious, yet doesn't last long. Youth is but a playful breeze. That blows our way once then moves on. Love is a hidden treasure.
It's been a long dark night. And I've been a waitin' for the morning. It's been a long hard fight. But I see a brand new day a dawning. I've been looking for the sunshine.
Life抯 like poetry and in my poem bay. Until now there抯 always been a missing line. You know life's too short to hide a good thing you feel. And I find the morning after.
LIFE RIDES THE TRAIN. WRITER PORTER WAGONER. . Time waits for no one time never will. But moments of happiness can make time seem still. But time moves on swiftly passes life by while life rides the train time always flies.
An old man was sitting at his table one day. Writing a letter to pass time away. His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee. Saying won't you please write a letter for me.
This is the first letter that I wrote back home to mom and daddy. A few days after I'd moved to Nashville. June 2nd 1964 Nashville Tennesee. Dear mom and daddy I hope this letter finds everybody well and happy.
Love can grow in the strangest places,. Might find love in strangers faces.. Find it on a mountain top or in a valley low. . Love can grow where you least expect it,.
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Lay Your hands on me. Lay Your hands on me. Lay Your hands on me. . Lord, I'm ready, I'm willing. And You're able. To feel my empty cup at the. Master's table.
There's a wreath on the door. She don't live here no more. As of today, she flew home. And we all gathered here. In sorrow and tears. It won't be the same with her gone.