BETTER DAYS
Silver gray hair neatly combed in place.
There were
Dream of a land my soul is from
I hear a
(Andy Stroud)
Be my husband man I be your wife
Be my
Sweet Indian warrior
Since first I met you
I can't forget you
Cherokee
Comes a rain storm put rubbers on your feet
Comes a
Smooth road, clear day
But why am I the only one
Trav'ling
For all we know
We may never meet again
But before you
Look at him standing there
All alone in the room
It's getting
Whenever skies look gray to me and troubles begin to
I remember sky
It was blue as ink
Or at least I
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is
et me love you
Let me say that I do
If you
I never have been handed much
I never have demanded much
I
Come on along and listen to
The lullaby of Broadway.
The hip-hooray
(Richard Rodgers / Lorentz Hart)
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You m
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