After this we pay a price, Review our lives here more than twice. Longing so that, while living, We had shared the more our giving. 

   For naught else can we but receive, The passages of memory, And ever though we thus complain, We have no chance to give again. 

   A SPECIAL MAN. 

   My father was a special man, I think of him now and then, I'll never forget that day, The Lord took my father away, I was so young then, I've heard about him now and then, Oh he's so special to me, I'll never forget that day... The Lord took my father away, I remember it as if it was yesterday, But now I have a Father that will never die... Oh that heavenly Father of mine, I'll be up there in time. 

    THE GIRL OF LIGHT. 

   Should my skin be black or white? I dared to ask the Girl of Light. 

   Or should, I gravely asked, the sun, And moon in brightness equal one? 

   And as she gave me her reply, I saw a tear fall from her eye, 

   As stooping down upon her knee, She beckoned earnestly to me, 

   That all as one should I befriend, To live in mem'ry past my end, 

   And though the vision wax or wane, To try as long as I remain. 

   For God in Heaven knows the heart, Of every soul that must depart. 

   Then she left me; Oh! So fast! As motionless, her image passed, 

   And with the trueness of a beam, Of light her wisdom made it seem, 

   That never dark is darkest night, When one has met the Girl of Light. 

   ESCAPE. 

   There's not much left of those mountains you see, Beautiful forest and great big trees, The air so fresh and so peaceful too, God made them for me and He made them for you, We all need to escape from the world now and then, So the mountains are where I've always been, Just enjoy them when you can 'cause there will Not be any mountains left for you and me. 

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