Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish so am I. Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend of man.
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories