Show the old friends REX Mc PHEB so well do I 1 remember when mother let them in those kind hind and loving people that cereso were so welco welcome me then always after supper stop to chat awhile maybe they lived in the can canyon yon or down the road a mile the men would mould smoke their corn cobs or a pipe ot of pure white clay my aly parents used to have these for that purpose stored away and mother used to pass the cake and lemonade with pride for better cakes and lemonade the world she had die fied with face supped cupped up in tiny palm id sit and watch the crowd As long as mother would permit and waking hours allowed and ahem at last shed bid me leave the room and so go to bed i id d lie awake andi and try to think ot of all the things they said id try to plan my own life thru with different style than this and with my shots in such a drift forget my goodnight good night kiss but years have changed chang edi my heart until til I 1 stand and and look and yearn for all these friends I 1 used to know and tor for that days return I the corncob and the white te c cay ay pipe the happiness of yore and just a glimpse of what I 1 used to hate so go much betom before the trusting friends friend and loyal hearts that seemed so common then would thrill my heart with happiness it if I 1 could ifould let them in |