In Time The Rockies May

If You'll Promise Not To Cry, Baby, I Will Kiss You By-and-by—maybe! Though You're Six Feet Three, You Will Always Be Nothing But A Baby, Dear, To Me.

There's A Somebody I'm Longing To See, I Hope That He, Turns Out To Be, Someone To Watch Over Me.

Deep, Unspeakable Suffering May Well Be Called A Baptism, A Regeneration, The Initiation Into A New State.

The Way You Wear Your Hat, The Way You Sip Your Tea, The Mem'ry Of All That -- No, No! They Can't Take That Away From Me!

But The Age Of Miracles Hadn't Passed.