As elusive as a fleeting smile,
As broad as the vagabond sea,
Deep in thought we ponder a while
On beauty and the things that we see. The paintings and pictures beautific
...
The dogwood that's blooming on top of the hill
The meadow larks soft melodious trill
The daffodils brightness by my window still
The fragrance of springtime is always a thrill The wip-poor-will calling a song to his mate
...
Singing songs and telling jokes
And drinking their whiskey straight
When out of the din there came a croak
From a feller’ as sudden as fate I’m poor and I’m tired of this life I’ve led
...