Her curly hair down 'round her face shows she's a little damsel
And from first look at her - you say, "She's nothing less than an angel."

But looks can be distracting and if you knew her, you'd see
that she can be a devil whenever she wishes to be!

She scatters toys throughout the house, first upstairs and then down,
And in my room she hurries to see what she can get around.

She loves to have me pamper her and thinks it is great fun
and if I get cross and scold her, she laughs until I'm done.

When I'm away she wanders upstairs and in my room
and by the time she's discovered everything reeks with perfume.

She'll tease me and she'll taunt me and haunt me in my dreams.
She'll shout sometimes so dog-goned loud, I'm deafened by her screams.

The reason that I know her, this little childlike priest,
is because she stays at my house. You see - She is my niece.

But I love this little rascal who is always on the go
and when she ups and leaves me - Gosh, no one will miss her so!

This darling little goddess is the moonlight and the sun
As is every other child of God. God bless them - every one!

I once loved a guy so carefree and gay
Full of happy, sweet laughter, bringing much joy my way.

He was loving and shy with a smile on his face
and his eyes filled by a brightness that was never misplaced.

When he was away my heart was often sad
But thoughts of his return made my heart very glad.

He came down to see me every night and even though we'd sometimes fight,
Believe me when I say his sight made my heart joyous with delight.

We were the happiest couple on earth. Then all of a sudden my heart grew sad
Because soon a scowl covered up his smile though I had done nothing to make him mad.

His eyes once so bright and twinkling and gay, had become worry-stricken, and all in a day.
He stayed away from me, days at a time; didn't even seem to care that I sat home and pined.

To see him this way makes me sad and makes me feel so very bad.
He doesn't even seem to miss my presence or my loving kiss.

And so I pray to you, Oh God, help me to find peace of mind
And tell me how I can be of help; the guy I love,again to find.

I've searched and searched and searched in vain and it's only brought me pain
For instead of my lovable, carefree guy whom I look for until I'm ready to cry,
All I find is a cold-hearted guy who - never blinking an eye - can to me lie.

I need him, Oh God, his love and advice, to help me to live and to endure life.
Please find him for me again, I pray, and make life again bright and happy and gay.

Oh please Lord, I pray you, If you will do this; if you'll bring back to me - his love and his kiss -
A life of devotion, a heartful of bliss will fill two lovers' souls and be sealed with a kiss.

DREAMING

Each night before I go to bed I gaze out the window at stars overhead,
and wonder why the Lord above has taken my happiness - taken my love.

He's taken my love. He's taken my love. He's taken her up to heaven above.
And I wonder, yes I wonder why he came to my dreams. He has left me heart-broken and stolen my queen.

We were so happy and carefree and gay; much happier than I ever could say.
Then it happened in the springtime, in the month of May. I shall never forget that sad day.

As the stars brightly gleam in the sky tonight and the moon comes out making the whole earth bright;
I know that my darling now sits on a throne and it must be a beautiful sight.

I pray that someday soon I'll see my sweetheart again - who was dearer to me -
Yes, dearer to me than life itself. We'll be reunited, my darling and me.

I'm waiting so patiently, longing for the day I will be by her side.
If you see her first - this message please give. "I'm hoping to be with you in the bright bye and bye."

IT CANNOT BE

Nobody loves me and I'm so blue. Someone once loved me - that someone was you.
I gave you my heart which you never returned. You threw it away and for you I now yearn.

Your love was a dream that could never come true so you broke my heart and left me so blue.
What made you change toward me overnight? What made your love for me turn to dislike?

I guess it's too late to undo what we've done. My love has gone; as has also my fun.
I'll never be happy. "It's over," I say. But I just can't stop loving you, try as I may.

I realize it's over but I cannot tell my heart because it seems to tell me we should never never part.
It tells me you'll be back again - never more to roam; And we'll be happy and settle down forever - in our home.

THOUGHTS OF TOMORROW

As I sit here with my sweetheart in the midst of joy and bliss,
Thinking of a cheery future; my heart's filled with happiness.

Little do I know, tomorrow will bring a letter to say
They are sending my lover far over the sea to fight for the U.S.A.

I do not forsee the danger which may soon break my heart in two.
I just enjoy the present; and so, I am sure, do you.

Then let us make these guys happy for we do not know how soon
our lovers will be in Korea and alone we'll be watching the moon.

Let our loved ones have their way because soon they may be gone.
They may leave us in the near future and they may be gone very long.

While our loved ones are fighting for us, let them just remember the fun
When we sat and watched the moon come up or went walking in the sun.

So let us pray to God tonight that our boys might soon come home;
And wars will end so that our men will never more have to roam.

THOUGHTS OF YOU

Tonight I started in thinking of you and our love - memories,
Sweet dreams of paradise to be shared if you could have stayed here with me.

I thought of the past when you kissed me and held me and told me you cared.
I thought of the love that had blossomed and all of the dreams we had shared.

When you held me tight and whispered those sweet words of "I love you"
And you kissed away my sorrows, I saw dreams all coming true.

My happiness would have been complete if only you could have stayed;
Yes, stayed by my side forever, my love, and made it our wedding day.

But you held me tight then you left me. You kissed me and then had to flee.
You had to go, yes, and leave me; to sail far over the sea.

I thought of the present without you. It seemed very gloomy indeed.
I thought of the days without kisses and nights when your loving I'd need.

I thought of the long, weary hours; the days and the months you'd be gone.
I thought of the lonely tomorrows and the sorrow with which day would dawn.

The present wasn't very bright, bringing the tears that it did.
I decided at last, with hope coming, to think of the future instead.

So now I think of the future and it makes the present so gay
Because I dream of your swift return when you'll be in my arms to stay.

Now I think of the love I will cherish. I think of the song I will sing,
When someday you come to me, darling, and tell me you're mine once again.

So you left me, sweetheart, left me lonely. You went far away overseas.
I thought I would die if you left, dear, but you really have never left me.

You took your arms from around me. You took your kisses, I see.
You took your happy, sweet laughter; but you left much more for me.

You left me your love without question. You left me your heart without grief.
And all that you left me, my darling, bring me a great deal of relief.

You are gone from my arms but not from my heart; from my touch but not from my sight;
and as I lie here in the darkness alone, you come back to me in the night.

The sweet home we'll share together, the children we'll bring with our love,
The happy, sweet moments we'll cherish with God watching o'er us above.

We will then have our own little heaven - Paradise - in darkness and light.
Yes, these are the heavenly moments of which I shall dream every night.

Your letters bring you close, Sweetheart. They tell of the dreams we share.
They tell of your love and what future will bring, and so I will never dispair;

And I am forever reminded, you'll come home soon and take away rain.
I'll hold you and kiss you and love you and I'll never let you go again!

ANSWER TO A PRAYER

You see many people on the street, who, if they were asked, would say,
"We are waiting for our loved ones who are fighting for the U.S.A."

Yet many of these parents, wives, and sweethearts wait in vain.
And never will they be repaid for all their grief and tears and pain.

Many mothers, wives, and sweethearts pray to God and ask him why
must the ones they love be buried under dark Korean skies.

They will ask God why their loved ones had to leave all joys behind -
Had to leave their wives and sweethearts with death - all too soon - to find.

But our prayers are never answered; over and over we may pray;
Though if our Lord ever answered, here's what I am sure he'd say -

"The sacrifices being made seem cold-blooded it is true
But I sacrificed my own son on a cross - long ago - for you."

"Am I asking too much of you when I ask help in my work
To rid the world of men of evil and the hate and greed which lurk?"

"Just remember when your sorrow sometimes seems too much to bear
That your Savior and Lord above you are helping your grief to share."

"And as you are weeping softly for loved ones lost in Korea,
I shall-forever after-help them to begin a new life here."

"In this land which is my Kingdom, I shall watch o'er ones you love
And you'll see these men of service when you join them up above."

"There will be a glad reunion and happiness untold,
As up here in God's great Kingdom your new joyous lives unfold."

Never think you are unanswered as you pray to God above
Because I know he's watching over all our service men we love.

COMMUNISM

A deathly figure creeps upon a city enveloped with fear.
It comes into the homes and schools and brings the terror here.

Soon it has covered the countryside and is even in the church;
Wondering what's happened to their town others join in the search.

As soon as they are nearby, it grips them in its claws
And only a few who are bravely strong can escape this horrid cause.

So you and I, let us be brave. Let us work for Americanism.
Let us help the weak, the sick, the poor; to escape this dreaded Communism.

CLYDE
I have the sweetest kitten that ever lived on earth.
His coat is partly white, part grey; his eyes were blue at birth.

He's a lazy little rascal and he sleeps almost all day.
He hunts about for some soft bed upon which he does lay.

He's hungry every minute. He eats and then drinks milk.
The little furry rascal has a coat as soft as silk.

He plays tag and scampers by; then jumps into my lap.
He's playful but he's curious and often has mishaps.

He chews up anything he finds; my papers, socks, and skirts.
If you want anything spared, you'd better be alert.

He jumps upon me all the time; muddy and wet - it seems.
He doesn't care if he ruins my dress. He just curls up and dreams.

I scold him but it does no good. He loves me just the same.
By what I've said, I guess you see that he is very tame.

He will not let me do a thing but pamper him all day.
He's in my house and in my hair. He'll be there, come what may.

But all in all he's sweet and cute and I guess you would find;
The reason that I love him so is all because he's mine.

MY SON

Some parents say their son is grand. He never makes a noise.
He's never into mischief and never breaks a toy.

He's quiet and he's studious. He helps do all the chores.
He never gets all dirty or wipes mud on the floor.

They say he's just the best boy that lives in this here town.
They say that a nicer boy has yet to be found.

Well, I agree that my boy, Jim, is no angel-it's true.
He teases me and taunts me and makes me sad and blue.

He's always in some mischief and makes a lot of noise.
He's always teasing Sister Sue and always breaks his toys.

He gets dirty in a minute after he has had his bath.
To get him to go to bed takes an hour and a half.

Others think he is a pest. They say he's a bad boy.
But to me he's an angel.He's mommy's pride and joy.

To me my boy is the finest little boy in the state.
If you don't believe me, ask his Dad. He'll tell you his son is great!

For if he were any different; if he didn't make a noise;
I would think it awful funny. You see, that's what makes a boy.

So you see this little darling never, never gets me mad;
for he's my precious little son-and is just like his dear Dad.