If roses grow in Heaven Lord
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my mother’s arms
and tell her they are from me.
Tell her i love her and miss her,
and when she turn to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek,
and hold her for awhile.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day,
But there is an ache within my heart
that will never go away
A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day,
A friend is like a flower
That’s worn close to the heart,
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
I’m looking at my child, a picture in a photo album,
Gathered memories, pictures with tears upon them.
God came and took you who made my life complete,
And all that’s left are pictures, and an empty seat.
I also have a feeling deep down within my heart,
It’s the pain of emptiness, since we’ve been apart.
I try not to let the grief and sorrow overcome my day.
I’ll blow a kiss to heaven and send it on its way.
I’m living with a heavy heart feeling all so blue.
Asking God to take me up, so I can fly with you.
I’m waiting for the day you come calling out my name,
Until then I’ll be staring at your pictures, life will never be the same.
If kisses were raindrops,
I will send you showers
If hugs were seconds,
I will send you hours
If smiles were water,
I will send you the sea
If love was a person,
I will send you me
My puppy punched me in the eye.
My rabbit whacked my ear.
My ferret gave a frightful cry
and roundhouse kicked my rear.
My lizard flipped me upside down.
My kitten kicked my head.
My hamster slammed me to the ground
and left me nearly dead.
So my advice? Avoid regrets;
no matter what you do,
don’t ever let your family pets
take lessons in kung fu.
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart’s desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they’re seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild—
I’d love to be a Fairy’s child.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.