What am I? I do not know. So please, Won’t you tell me so? Am I a room? Am I a shelf? Am I a building? Or Santa’s elf? Well, it depends, I’d have to say, On what you see of me, This day. I must be a treasure box, Because there is treasure within…
Old Oak Tree
Come and see the old oak tree The north wind is a callin’ Stay awhile ye little child And hear the old tree’s story The creek below It makes things grow The water be cool and sweet I’d sit and stay Ya hear me pray As the creek cleans me aching feet Come and see…
Dark Day
Was a dark dark day sometime in spring Anything would have been better than to hear him sing Right when hope was restored ready to weild In the war it all was lost on the battlefield Now hear the song of sorrow play Jo sends each blade flying into the fray Already the tears begin…