Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The

Why One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town; Is Worth A Day And A Year Of The Dusty, Musty, Lag-last Fashion That Days Drone Elsewhere.

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.

The City Mouse Lives In A House, The Garden Mouse Lives In A Bower

My Heart Is Breaking For A Little Love

Choose Love Not In The Shallows But In The Deep.