Every day Every day I need you Lord But this day especially, I need some extra strength To face what ever is to be. This day more than any day I need to feel you near, To fortify my courage And to overcome my fear. By myself, I cannot meet The challenge of the hour, There are times when humans help, But we need a higher power To assist us bear what must be borne, and so dear Lord, I pray - Hold on to my trembling hand And be near me today.

　　The cats scare me and so do the bats And both of them wear funny hats The bats hang upside down at night They are a silly crazy sight The cats all like to hiss and fight They sit on the steps in the bright moonlight My favorite creature is a ghost Because he's so spooky on a post

　　There's a spot in my heart which no colleen may own; There's a depth in my soul never sounded or known; There's a place in my memory my life that you fill; No other can take it no one ever will; Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by; Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye; Like a candle that's set in a window at night; Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right; Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair; And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care; I kiss the dear fingers so toil warm for me; Oh! God bless you and keep you, mother machree! 《慈母颂》 在我啲心灵之中 有个地方, 深不可测 其境从未与闻 哪个少女也难问津； 在我啲记忆之中 我啲生命布满你啲身影 谁也不能取代 永远无人有此真情； 珍贵时光悠悠逝去 辛劳烦扰却永不消停 你眼中啲微笑, 其光彩 使烦劳转为光明； 宛如点燃啲烛光 深夜透窗棂 你深情啲爱激励我 引领我一直前进； 是啲, 我爱你如银啲发丝 闪烁着深情啲光线 我爱你额上道道皱纹 岁月刻满沧桑 我吻你勤劳啲手指 双手柔情暖和我心房； 啊, 慈母在我心 苍天保佑, 福寿永绵长！

　　April Days Days of witchery,subtly sweet, When every hell anstree finds heart, When witer and spring like lovers meet In the mist of noon and part--- In the April days. Nights when the wood frogs faintly peep Once-twice-and then are still, And the woodpeckers' martial voices sweep Like bugle notes from hill to hill- Through the pulseless haze Days when the soil is warm with rain, And through the wood the shy wind steals, Rich with the pine and the poplar smell, And the joyous earth like a dancer reels- Through the April days! Springtime When springtime comes upon us Filling freshness in the air Showing natures own beauty With flowers blooming everywhere. Trees start slowly budding Opening to the sun's warm rays Start the birds to singing Touching our hearts in these ways. The grass starts turning greener Pushing up out of the ground. Nature is waking up Sending forth her beautiful sound. Kenng Rutherford