When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
Larry came into my bar
Every day to drink two beers.
"My brother’s death; o
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
