Life Is A Long Headache In A

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

On The Long Dusty Ribbon Of The Long City Street, The Pageant Of Life Is Passing Me On Multitudinous Feet, With A Word Here Of The Hills, And A Song There Of The Sea And-the Great Movement Changes-the Pageant Passes Me.

The Days That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise

I Have Seen Flowers Come In Stony Places And Kind Things Done By Men With Ugly Faces, And The Gold Cup Won By The Worst Horse At The Races, So I Trust, Too.

The Luck Will Alter And The Star Will Rise.