
Let’s go sailing
maybe whaling
on the ocean
water motion
There’s no highway
To get in our way
the breeze blows us there
we can float anywhere
let’s go sailing
With sunshine trailing
white mast flying high
as we quickly sail by
Country Colored Memories
Let’s go sailing
maybe whaling
on the ocean
water motion
There’s no highway
To get in our way
the breeze blows us there
we can float anywhere
let’s go sailing
With sunshine trailing
white mast flying high
as we quickly sail by
A rope swing hanging from an old oak treeWhen I spied idle dandling there, it inspired a desire in me My dad had hung it there when I was a littlegirlI can still hear his laughter as he watched mybouncy...
Aging will one day find its end starting over when the real life begins That day when old becomes young A time when only happy songs are sung Many years pass to bring on old age life begins a frustrating...
One of the customs traveling the prairie was to leave behind something useful for the next wagon train to find There was a steady line of pioneers coming after you on the open plains.They were dusty and dirty getting their...