I cannot sing the old songs, I sang long years ago, For heart and voice would fail me, And foolish tears would flow.

I cannot sing the old songs, I sang long years ago, For heart and voice would fail me, And foolish tears would flow.

Very few worries can stand against the influence of a good long walk ... How many petty annoyances have I thus walked away!

Flowers produce an effect on me which can only be produced in an equal degree by music.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again.

What good it does one to have a hearty, uncontrollable fit of laughter.