Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you've had in years.
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
What the noise is every night t
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
