If Only The Best Birds Sang, The

I'm Only Wishing To Go A-fishing;for This The Month Of May Was Made.

It Is Better To Desire The Things We Have Than To Have The Things We Desire.

I Shall Grow Old, But Never Lose Life's Zest, Because The Road's Last Turn Will Be The Best.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.