When I Was Just A

But Never Give Your Love, My Friend, Unto A Foolish Heart

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

The Best Architects Feel It To Be Their Duty To Make The Path To The Hole As Free As Possible From Annoying Difficulties For The Less Skillful Golfers, While At The Same Time Presenting To The Scratch Players A Route Calling For The Best Shots At Their Command.

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.

There Are Times When You Get Hit Upon, Try Hard But You Cannot Give. Other Times You'd Gladly Part, With What You Need To Live