O stars that shine so bright each night, from whence does come thy light?
Are you suns many miles away--too far to bring us day?
Or, are you lanterns in the sky, to guide us on our way?
The Angry Wind A rap tap-taps on my window; a rap that's harsh, not light.
There were times when I was happy; there were times when I was sad.
There were times when I was cheerful; there were times when I was glad.
But, the times when I was happy; and, the times when I was glad,
Were the times I spent with you, my love--the best times I ever had!
A man, gayly singing a song, was pondering the question of right or wrong.
Shall I all gay and happy be, while others dwell in misery?
What are the cares of others to me, when I, from misery, am free?
Should I be as canny as Lot, or abide by the rules of Camelot?