Frederic Woodman Root piosenki

1. Life is a see-saw board --- how we go Away to the skies all sunny; Downward, and never so swift, so low, As when we have lost our money. [CHORUS] Life is a see-saw --- friend and foe, Here-away, there-away, how they go, Here-away, There-away, Here-away, Th...

1. The world grows old, and men grow cold To each while seeking treasure, And what with want, and care and toil, We scarce find time for pleasure. But never mind that is a loss Not much to be lamented: Life rolls on gaily if we will But smile and be contented....

1. There is here a strain in a minor key,, On which white lips love to linger; And the hand that wakens that harmony Hath a thin and wasted finger; But the glad “new song” is of blended ties That the earth may no more sunder; [CHORUS] And the diff’rence seeme...

1. The light is in the parlor, A fire is in the grate; The clock upon the mantle Ticks out --"it's getting late" -- The curtains at the windows Are made of snowy white, The parlor is a pleasant place To sit on Sunday night, To sit on Sunday, Sunday night. 2....

Gentle eyes we closed below, Tender voices heard once more; Smile and call us as they call, On and onward still before. Guided thus O, friend of mine! Let of walk our little way; Knowing by each beck’ning sign That we are not quite astray. Chase we stillwith...

What might be done if all mankind The golden rule would follow, Then friendship's smile would prove less false And friendship's vows less hollow. 

1. I hear about by day and night, The most acute of maladies; To picture it in black and white, The object of this ballad is. Permit me, hearer, if you please, To breath in your auricular; I suffer from the fell disease, Called "nothing in particular." Nothing...

1. 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred No rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, And give sigh for sigh, To reflect back her blushes, And give sigh for sigh. 2. I'll...

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And all the loved spots that my infancy knew. The wide spreading pond and the mill that stood by it, The brid...

1. O, childhood's joys is very grate, A swingin on his muther's gate, A eatin candy till his mouth Is all stuck up from north to south. & other things he likes kwite well, That I hadnt time just here to tell, But if he is sent kwite a phool, He'd rather go...

1. 'Neath the vine Which does twine By our door, a flower was found, Modest, fair, Standing there, Off'ring its perfume. By our door, One flower more Shed a blessing all around: Little Sue, Loving, true, In her early bloom. To the flower she gently said, Tears...

1. Spring is coming! Summer's comming! Tho' no busy bee is humming No dove cooing, No bird mating, Only frost around, and skating Though the sun's dull ruddy gleam Finds no mirror in the stream, Still reflected in the snow, Shines the homely firelight's glow....

Violets, violets, beautiful violets, Laden with perfume and dripping with dew, From dell and from dingle, by rill and rivulet, Lady, at sunrise I sought them for you; Enclosed in a cluster of green leaves I found them, Hiding their heads from the gaze of the...

1. There are voices, holy voices Coming from afar away; They are always sounding near me, And I hear them ev’ry day: Yet my eyes with tears are brimming, And my heart beats hard and fast, While I listen to the voices, Holy voices of the past. 2. There are voi...

1. We are waiting for you, waiting, And the darkness closes round, As we listen for the coming Of your foorsteps’ welcome sound. O the hours are long and weary, And without one ray to cheer, When your pleasant smile, my darling, Is not ever, ever near! [CHORU...

1. Delicate tinted white blossoms, Heavy with incense and dew Fragile and lovely and tender, Long I’ve been waiting for you; Roaming thro’ meadow and moorland, Vainly I sought you and well Dreaming of exquisite fragrance Hid in each fairy shaped bell. CHORUS...

1. Cold Winter comes with angry look, And from the frozen North Summons his clans to seal each brook And drive each comfort forth, Then in a chariot of snow Rides over land and sea; Although it speaks of wreck and woe, It's good enough for me! 2. Old Winter w...