Perhaps People Don't Come Into

Let There Be Songs To Fill The Air.

Comes A Time When The Blind Man Takes Your Hand Says Don't You See?

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

It's Better To Wear Seaweed Socks Than Stick A Melon In Your Brother's Ear.