Only things the dreamers make live on. They are the eternal conquerors.
Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through and you make of it a dance a dirge or a life march as you will.
Oh give us the man who sings at his work.
A man willing to work and unable to find work is perhaps the saddest sight...
Reform is not pleasant but grievous no person can reform themselves without...
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...
