Him in the mornin' For tall and lofty trees And praise Him in the evening For children on their knees Oh and praise Him in the noonday For gentle birds
we live with everyday, And for all the children sick and in the rain. For the noble dreams that somehow seem to always be in vain, And for the the gentle
Fragrant and free On a hilltop high above The Dark Island So gentle the sea breeze, That ripples the bay, Where the stream joins the ocean, And young children
and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for
for first degree murder But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears
when gaya cries No one cares to wonder why Can't they see the tears in gaya's eyes? Gaya's crying (yes she is) Selfish children, greedy little children
for you the world of good All your precious photographs and all your favorite dreams When the years have gone behind you That chance to be nineteen Children
is enough for us to know that in each other we must care, for alive and not alone are we the children of the world, here to witness time and the unfolding
it's the thought that counts Quiet minds don't know their worth They know what to do So I'll pray for them and I'll pray for you Till my face turns blue
She's a little more than a child herself Than the children of her own All her living's done for someone else The only life she's ever known All the dreams
Is My Child There Ain?t No More Summertime In The Evening Fireflies Come Out Children Lost In The Feeling Chasing Them All Around And Round And Round Gentle
things that we don't understand and brothers and sisters, can we not ride away out of this mess, into a brighter, a brighter day? to save the world for our children
Ladies and gentleman we interrupt or program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin from the in continental news." The writing's on the wall,
heaven to bring you home Snowflakes have turned to rain Rafters defrost on my window pane Can you hear the children carol? Singing songs of joy but not for
deer in the forests And rivers are flowing just for you Oh my father, look down through the mountains and valleys The grain's in the silo, all for you
life Gettin' to know you Had you rather go for a day to the mountains Or strolling by the rolling sea Do you want to raise a house full of children
get her number After how she made them daisy doots fit her all summer I'm wishing I could hit her all summer And all she ever wanted Was for young Weezy
the ancient motion Watch the children in the sand watch them play From the backyard to the wide wide open spaces From the pounding of the surf To the gentleness