My Mom's writing |
| As I sit here by my window And watch the world go by It all looks like a great big show Which makes a person sigh We people all are actors Who play a certain part Witha million and one factors To break each and every heart. Now down the road, here comes a bride She knows no sorrow today All her sadness she must hie And put on her mask so gay. And yet upon the other road Go people, who have cried Upon their hearts is a heavy load For one amidst has died Yet here comes happy children They're on their way to school They've each and all a friend To teach the Golden Rule There's all of this and many more That makes this world go round me How can anyone say they're bored When they live in God's country. Circa 1941-1942 |