What Is This I Hear Of Sorrow

To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.

And I Never Started To Plow In My Life That Some One Did Not Stop In The Road And Take Me Away To A Dance Or Picnic. I Ended Up With Forty Acres; I Ended Up With A Broken Fiddle— And A Broken Laugh, And A Thousand Memories, And Not A Single Regret.

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

The Much-sought Prize Of Eternal Youth Is Just Arrested Growth.

The Earth Keeps Some Vibration Going There In Your Heart, And That Is You. And If The People Find You Can Fiddle, Why Fiddle You Must, For All Your Life.