If Only The Best Birds Sang, The

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

You Never See The Stock Called Happiness Quoted On The Exchange.

The Woods Would Be Quiet If No Bird Sang But The One That Sang Best.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

Love Is Not About Getting - But Giving.