Love Is Not Getting, But

What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

Man Said, "i Am Tired Of Kings! Sons Of The Robber-chiefs Of Yore, They Make Me Pay For Their Lust And Their War; I Am The Puppet, They Pull The Strings; The Blood Of My Heart Is The Wine They Drink. I Will Govern Myself For Awhile I Think, And See What That Brings!

O' Who Will Walk With Me Along Lifes Merry Way? A Comrade Blithe And Full Of Glee, Who Dares To Laugh Out Loud And Free.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.