“When I am at my work each dayIn the fields so fresh and greenI often think of riches and the way things might have beenBut believe me when I tell you when I get home each dayI'm as happy as a sandboy with my wee cup of tay”
“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.”
“The way you look at me when you think I might be looking your way is one of my favorite things in the world.”
“The way you glance at me when you think I might be looking your way is one of my favorite things in the world.”
“Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.”
“So I choose my weaponAnd choose my way It's easy saying nothing when there's nothing to sayThinking about you every dayI'm starting to notice you're fading away”