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The Way With You
Whatever way my feet may take I go it with a song, Because the love 0' you, my dear, is journeying along; It does not matter if the drouth has burned the country brown And if the dust is on the trees and stifling in the town, Or if the gray of muggy clouds has curtailed heaven's blue, My ways are happy ways because I'm journeying with you; I do not mind the bouldered ways, or mind the panting rise, Because you go the way with me, with loving in your eyes.
I do not know if ways are long or know if ways are drear, Because your love has carpeted my ways and you are near; My heart is brimming full of song, my soul is brimmed with glee, The mockingbird cuts off his lilting song to hark to me; The longest days are all too short, life's darkest hours are sweet, 0' Life's roughest, steepest road is a smooth highway to my feet, The rarest, fairest blooms e'er known in all the world draw near The path I go because they know you're walking with me, dear.
With your love with me I have gone a journey far and long, But always there was gladness on the way, and there was song; Your love was such a warming thing the ways were never cold; And there were little baby hands for yours and mine to hold; And there were crooning mother-songs your glad heart learned to sing- Life's coldest winter day was like the gladdest day in spring; If life should last a million years, or more, when we were through I'd turn from heaven just to walk its ways again with you.
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