How Strange When An Illusion Dies. It's

I'm Just An Irish Biddy.

How Strange When An Illusion Dies. It's As Though You've Lost A Child.

If I'm Such A Legend, Then Why Am I So Lonely? If I'm Such A Legend, Then Why Do I Sit At Home For Hours Staring At The Damned Telephone, Hoping It's Out Of Order, Even Calling The Operator Asking Her If She's Sure It's Not Out Of Order?

Soon The Sun Beams Will Smile Through. Before You Jump Out Of That Bed, Just Know, The Thought Of You Was The First Thing That Hit My Head. Good Morning My Darling.

The Greatest Treasures Are Those Invisible To The Eye But Found By The Heart.