Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Tuesday's Poem


With someone like you, a pal good and true
I'd like to leave it all behind, and go and find
A place that's known to God alone
Just a spot to call our own

We'll find perfect peace, where joys never cease
Out there beneath the kindly sky
We'll build a sweet little nest, somewhere out in the West
And let the rest of the world go by.

Written in 1919. J. Keirn Brennan (words), Ernest R. Ball (music)

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