The Old Times Were The Best
Friends, my heart is half
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,
Friends, my heart is half
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,
Lo
Winter drives his horrors round; Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly; In their cold spells each stream is bound, While at the magic of their eye Each sign of Spring's gay beauty fades,
And one white wild the aching sight invades
I...
Those born in obscure
Do not remember their way
We, children of Russia's frightful
Cannot forget a thing
Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley,
Nimblewits, and I,
Please don't burn our shit-house down,
Mother has promised to pay
Father's away on the ocean wave,
And sister's in the family way,
What Kind of Times Are
Adrienne
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphilland the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadowsnear a meeting-house abandoned by the persecutedwho disappeared into those shad...
Is this the land our fathers loved,
The freedom which they toiled to win
Is this the soil whereon they moved
Are these the graves they slumber in
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight
Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd, Nary a step so proud ez his; Keep on struttin',
Mistah Tu'key, Yo' do' know whut tim...
In a world where time is a relentless force, sweeping away moments and memories with its ever-advancing tide, there exist extraordinary tales that defy its grasp. Among the tapestry of human experiences, there is one story that transcends the boun...