STOP TALKIN'
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'Till the color of the story
Darker grows—I tell ye what,
Wouldn't be so many heartaches
If they 'd keep their talkers shut!
Darker grows—I tell ye what,
Wouldn't be so many heartaches
If they 'd keep their talkers shut!
Talkin's right, if they would only
Try to smooth the weary way
Of some poor, lone, ship wrecked brother
And a word of comfort say
To the sick and weepin' dweller
Of the rude and lowly hut.—
Then, yes, then, the time is for ye
Not to keep yer talker shut!
Try to smooth the weary way
Of some poor, lone, ship wrecked brother
And a word of comfort say
To the sick and weepin' dweller
Of the rude and lowly hut.—
Then, yes, then, the time is for ye
Not to keep yer talker shut!
If ye try to see the many
Virtues of yer feller men—
And yer kindly acts uplift him—
Ye are doin' nobler, then
When to some heart yer words so cruel
Gives a deep malicious cut.—
If ye can't speak words of kindness
Better keep yer talker shut!
Virtues of yer feller men—
And yer kindly acts uplift him—
Ye are doin' nobler, then
When to some heart yer words so cruel
Gives a deep malicious cut.—
If ye can't speak words of kindness
Better keep yer talker shut!
