(Italicized print is text from Poem Written by Edith B. Bagnall circa 1920) You can wake me any hour You can treat me as a child Dress me up and send me off to school But on my way back home When the sun is setting sooner I see the leaves they fall And try to fly away See the Maple tree Who's leaves are dead and gone And though it tries it cannot seem To sing it's simple song When leaflettes bright and rare Danced and sang upon the Summer's air Do not sigh the best is yet to be In the Spring oh what a lovely tree There will be the compliments to you my dear So take your Winters nap And do not fear Leaves in all their colors Always reach the ground Nothing less than Nothing Keeps me hanging around Things that will Just Be Read the paper yesterday Saw your name in Black and White Dancing with the son of one I use to Know Way up on the Hill Of the valley we call home Don't be afraid to use the telephone Someday I'm Coming Home I hope and I pray Your mamma's home alone Waiting for Waves across the water Never reaching the shore Leaves in all their colors Fall for ever more Things that will Just Be Like comet hanging High in the Summer Sky Things that will Just Be What I've seen I want to show you When you need I want to hold you Never never wanna let you go So I'll be standing by Waiting for The waves across the water Finally reaching the shore Leaves in all their Colors Fall for evere more This Knight in tattered armor's Knocking at your door Leaves in all their colors fall for ever more Waves across the water finally reach the shore Things that will Just Be Things that will Just Be Get the free Demo | |
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the love of Family
The memory of Friends,
and the Spirit of Hope.
And a Poem written By
Edith B. Bagnall circa 1920