You Must Learn To Forgive

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

Go Softly By That River Side Or When You Would Depart, You'll Find Its Every Winding Tied; And Knotted Round Your Heart.

'e's All'ot Sand An' Ginger When Alive, An''e's Generally Shammin' When'e's Dead.

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods