It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell
It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me to-day
I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad
Then laughter rang throughout the home, and, Oh, the jokes they told;
Every single night before I go to sleep and every morning before I hop out of bed, the same prayer in on my lips. Of course I pray for m...