Standard Songs for Average People

Oh, come all ye young people and listen while I tell, The fate of Floyd Collins, the lad we all knew well, His face was fair and handsome, his heart was true and brave, His body now lies sleeping in a lonely sandstone cave. Oh , mother don't you worr

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain. So I'll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down; I

Side by side we'll roll along, sweetheart you and I And to you I'll sing this song as the years go passing by I may be good or I may be bad but you never frown I couldn't find a sweeter pal if I'd searched the whole world around Blue eyed Elaine you'