love it is a nature that makes two hearts unite
makes you feel so happy  makes your future bright
all you ever dreamed of is waiting there for you
love you have been looking for now last come true

all around the world love is always there
in each and every race love is there to share
there to make you happy give  security
love is there for everyone that you give for free

winter moving in snow is on the way
think about the homeless without a place stay
living in a doorway to shelter from the snow
lost and very lonely no place they can go

it is such shame it has to be this way
all they want is love and a place to stay
so they have security no longer feel alone
a place where they can live that they can call there own

think about the lonely on a winters day
living in the cold  with home so far away

life it is a journey that dosent have an end
a long and winding road with a curve on every bend
a journey we must travel a journey we must take
a road that has decisions  ones that we must make

we must travel forward each and everyday
the paths we have to take are there along the way
it is a rocky climb life has made it so
where our journey ends we never really know

the best part of a break up
is when you have to to make up
put things right once more
then you can love again like you did before

put the past behind thats now been and gone
once again two hearts again can beat as one
say sorry to each other make a brand new start
love it will return once more to your heart

there was a little squirrel as lovely as can be
he lived in the woods high up in a tree
jumpimg branch to branch you could see him play
always very happy always bright and gay

he would gather nuts on the forest floor
then back up in his tree  the squirrel he would soar
then he would go to sleep so he could have a rest
curled up in ball inside his little nest.

everybody ages but in our minds we dont
were still young at heart give in to age we wont
age is just a number that we look upon
the day that were born with a few years added on

inside we are young as on with life we go
all tho we are ageing we will never slow
age is just a number for each and everyone
inside were young heart with life we carry on

little miss muffet sat on a tuffet munching on curds and whey

then along came a spider and sat down beside her on a lovely summers day.

miss muffet didnt like it she hit on the head

with a wooden spoon.  now the spiders dead.



there beneath the tuffet the poor spider lay

now his souls in heaven many miles away