We found the car beneath a tree
We nodded as we passed each day
We've had a lot of visitors, it seems
When all is said and done
When I get home at night they run to meet me
When I was but a little lad, my father carved
When melancholy rides the sky
When Pa came home last night
When the blue gets back in the skies once more
When there's company for tea
Where is the road to Arcady
Who's dat knockin' at de do'
Wife o' Mine, day after day
Winters are not what they used to be
World wide over this is said
You know your mother--that's plain as day
You shall wonder as you meet
You would take my girl away