Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.