Just Drop Your Bucket Where You Are.

Bring Me Men To Match My Mountains: Bring Me Men To Match My Plains: Men With Empires In Their Purpose And New Eras In Their Brains.

The Woods Were Made For The Hunter Of Dreams...

Where Shall We Get Religion? Beneath The Open Sky, The Sphere Of Crystal Silence Surcharged With Deity.. The Midnight Earth Sends Incense Up, Sweet With The Breath Of Prayer -- Go Out Beneath The Naked Night And Get Religion There.

W'en You See A Man In Woe, Walk Right Up And Say Hullo. Say Hullo And How D'ye Do, How's The World A-usin' You? . W'en You Travel Through The Strange Country T'other Side The Range, Then The Souls You've Cheered Will Know Who You Be, An' Say Hullo.

Strew Gladness On The Paths Of Men-you Will Not Pass This Way Again.