Adam Was A Gardener, And God, Who

I Have No Gift Of Words, But I Speak The Truth.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.