Show round home by ams CHASS S KINNISON knee time theres there a land of used to be time that is radiant and fair whre where a little boy at knee time piles upon me in my chair anday happy arms enfold him while his cheeks are pressed to mine and upon my knee I 1 hold him while his eyes with laughter shine I 1 and as I 1 sit here a dreadin in that same old chair tonight ican I 1 can see his face a beagin anahis and his teeth of snowy white ican can hear his happy chuckles sweetest Sweet sound in all the lands I 1 ican I 1 can see the dimpled knuckles knuckle of his little pudgy hands I 1 ican can see his feet a As lie he bounces on my knee and his hands to mine are cl ingin As we drive away in glee git up there horse I 1 say severely while I 1 squeeze his hands and frown then we drive until weve nearly deac reached hed the place called sleepy town whoa oa there horse I 1 now arn am say gay ing for the ride is done at last and the knee time years of playing with a little boy are past bh oh the land of use tr be time where the children still are small I 1 oh the olden golden knee time that is gone beyond recall I 1 hy 3 |