W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...
Just drop your bucket where you are.
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there.