I had no thought except to give
Of all my little treasure:
My heart was open as a sieve;
I had no thought except to give.
It will be this while still I live
That hurts me beyond measure:
I had no thought except to give
Of all my little treasure.
A book's a friend that will not fail,
I like the weeping willow tree
In spite of wind or weather -
Come sleet or snow or bounding hail,
A book's a friend that will not fail.
When fortune ebbs and love grows stale,
Then choose a tome of leather -
A book's a friend that will not fail,
In spite of wind or weather.
That droops beside the river:
Because its woe is loosed and free.
I like the weeping willow tree.
My tears are locked inside of me,
I dare not even quiver:
I like the weeping willow tree.
That droops beside the river.
I sang a tune one April day -
A row of apples in the sun
I was merry more than clever;
Because I felt exceeding gay,
I sang a tune on April day,
And plucked a blooming hawthorne spray,
And said I'd sorrow never:
I sang a tune one April day -
'Twas merry more than clever.
Makes any kitchen brighter:
Of red and green and yellow spun,
A row of apples in the sun
Will charm the eyes of anyone
And laugh a burden lighter:
A row of apples in the sun
Makes any kitchen brighter.
When dusk comes down on softened wing
I swish the suds and rinse with care,
I taste an ancient sorrow;
The tiredest tunes of earth I sing
When dusk comes down on softened wing.
I'm one with every broken thing,
I face a grey tomorrow:
When dusk comes down on softened wing
I taste an ancient sorrow.
And dry my shining glasses.
The sun is bright; the day is fair:
I swish the suds and rinse with care.
I've floors to sweep and fruit to pare,
And morning light soon passes:
I swish the suds and rinse with care
And dry my shining glasses.
The autumn's flaming on the hill,
Oh, it has been a happy day,
I love its red and yellow.
The colored drifts give me a thrill -
The autumn's flaming on the hill.
The air is crisp, the wind is chill,
The apples growing mellow -
The autumn's flaming on the hill:
I love its red and yellow.
With time for work and dreaming,
And space for music, sad and gay -
Oh, it has a been a happy day.
The sunshine had a mellow ray,
The wind was autumn-seeming.
Oh, it has been a happy day
With time for work and dreaming.