O' Who Will Walk With Me Along

Oh, London Is A Man's Town, There's Power In The Air; And Paris Is A Woman's Town, With Flowers In Her Hair; And It's Sweet To Dream In Venice, And It's Great To Study Rome; But When It Comes To Living, There Is No Place Like Home.

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.

Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What You Think.

Thou Wayfaring Jesus - A Pilgrim And Stranger, Exiled From Heaven By Love At Thy Birth: Exiled Again From Thy Rest In The Manger, A Fugitive Child 'mid The Perils Of Earth - Cheer With Thy Fellowship All Who Are Weary, Wandering Far From The Land That They Love: Guide Every Heart That Is Homeless And Dreary, Safe To Its Home In Thy Presence Above.

And You Will Remember That Love Is Not Getting, But Giving; Not A Wild Dream Of Pleasure, And A Madness Of Desire — Oh No, Love Is Not That — It Is Goodness, And Honour, And Peace, And Pure Living — Yes, Love Is That; And It Is The Best Thing In The World, And The Thing That Lives Longest.