I'm kissin' your picture goodbye and I hate to treat it this way. But you said to forget all that reminds me of you. So I must throw your picture away I must throw your picture away.
We thank Thee each morning for a new born day. Where we may work the fields of new mown hay. We thank Thee for the sunshine and the air that we breathe oh Lord we thank Thee.
If all of the stars were a million guitars and the moon was the girl that I loved. If they played for me and to each melody we could dance in the heavens above.
I've got a wagon load a wagon load of love. All I need's a pretty little girl to give my heart a shove. I've got a basket full a basket full of kisses.