fun songs

songs are great. music also is great. in general, all of these things, though perspective, are good for people, that being said, im gonna put up some good lyrics..

Herman The Worm

Chorus:
Herman the worm ( clap clap clap clap clap)
All his hearts were broken, but he never gave up on love.
Herman the worm ( clap clap clap clap clap)
All his hearts were broken, but he never gave up on love.

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Now Herman, that sad soul. Had lead tragic life.
His father, was fish bait, the early bird got his wife.
His grandma wasn't very sly, she ended up in apple pie. (Oh Oh)
C

Well, Herman, was squirmin', away back to his hole.
His girlfriend, named Sally, had left him all alone.
She turned into a butterfly, and flew away up into the sky. (Oh Oh)
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Now Herman, he found him another love so strong.
They wiggled in the green grass, 'till a lawnmower came along,
The couple never had a clue, and breaking up is hard to do! (Oh Oh)
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yeah, so a great song

The Old Canoe
By George MarshScribner's Magazine, October 1908

My seams gape wide so I'm tossed aside
To rot on a lonely shore
While the leaves and mould like a shroud enfold,
For the last of my trails are o'er;
But I float in dreams on Northland streams
That never again I'll see,
As I lie on the marge of the old portage
With grief for company.

When the sunset gilds the timbered hills
That guard Timagami,
And the moonbeams play on far James Bay
By the brink of the frozen sea,
In phantom guise my Spirit flies
As the dream blades dip and swing
Where the waters flow from the Long Ago
In the spell of the beck'ning spring.

Do the cow-moose call on the Montrea
lWhen the first frost bites the air,
And the mists unfold from the red and gold
That the autumn ridges wear?
When the white falls roar as they did of yoreOn the Lady Evelyn,
Do the square-tail leap from the black pools deep
Where the pictured rocks begin?

Oh! the fur-fleets sing on Timiskaming
As the ashen paddles bend,
And the crews carouse at Rupert House
At the sullen winter's end;
But my days are done where the lean wolves run,
And I ripple no more the path
Where the gray geese race cross the red moon's face
From the white wind's Arctic wrath.

Tho' the death fraught way from the Saguenay
To the storied Nipigon
Once knew me well, now a crumbling shell
I watch the years roll on,
While in memory's haze I live the days
That forever are gone from me,
As I rot on the marge of the old portage
With grief for company.

really sad song from my camp, it echos continually in my bones.. we never can go back threw our memories, the past is lost to us, as we will never be able to relive the momment...

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time can not mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.