My Soul Is Not A Palace Of

They Have Rights Who Dare Maintain Them.

The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinions.

Tis Easy Now For The Heart To Be True As For Grass To Be Green Or Skies To Be Blue-- 'tis The Natural Way Of Living.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.

So We're All Right, An' I, For One, Don't Think Our Cause'll Lose In Vally By Rammin' Scriptur' In Our Gun, An' Gittin' Natur' For An Ally.