Be kind to each other——
Sober men can’t write the truth,
godless men can’t see heaven.
Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,
only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.
We are like a old house,
once beautiful and new.
We will lose our zeal and know decay.
Men who love folly and mischief.
Can they find a place where their restless mind can rest?
I found a girl by the Weeping willow tree.
She had eyes of gold and she had soft tears falling from her beautiful face.
I asked her,
dear lady, why do you cry?
She looked at me and she whispered.
I cry for you, I cry for men of war,
I cry for men who shall die alone and
I cry for the children,
who cannot be saved from the hate of our world.
I told her,
we are having a Indian Summer.
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