Steaming

Steaming, steaming, steaming! Clear across the world! I’ve got myself a seat on The longest line there is. Just seven days I’m taking For a quick trip to Japan, In that wooden wagon, Driver! How’s your steam? Steaming, steaming, steaming! Flying down the track! Who wants to just sit dreaming Can go by horse and…

The Mulberry Trees Were Rustling

‘The mulberry trees were rustling’; God was passing by; Not passing, no, he tarried; He knew what I had need of, And spoke to me; Spoke to me in the silence, The still of night; Thoughts which tormented me, Which hounded and distressed me, He quietly put to flight. Over my mind and soul then…