Show IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE the snows will tall fall on the mountain where once tile the wild flowers grew and the winter may find us weeping oer the joys tile the bummer know oh I 1 life Is a great big gamble where we laugh and where wo we mourn for the tree that blooms the wild rose must surely grow tile thorn I 1 sit and think of 0 the might hae been of 0 its pleasures and ot of its pain and I 1 wonder if god would bring me back to the days chave I 1 have known again then I 1 pause for your face to come to me out from the mist mint of tears and I 1 feel that all has been well with me and paid for the years oh god through the pain and sor row through the waiting and through the care my thoughts leap up tip to heaven then down to the deepest despair then your face cornea comes like the sunshine out from the azure blue oh ob why should I 1 sigh if all goes wrong it if only thou art true P S park city aug 1916 |