I Grandfather's Love
They said he sent his love to me,They wouldn't put it in my hand, And when I asked them where it wasThey said I couldn't understand.
I thought they must have hidden it,I hunted for it all the day, And when I told them so at nightThey smiled and turned their heads away.
They say that love is something kind,That I can never see or touch. I wish he'd sent me something else,I like his cough-drops twice as much.
II The Kind Moon
I think the moon is very kindTo take such trouble just for me. He came along with me from homeTo keep me company.
He went as fast as I could run；I wonder how he crossed the sky？ I'm sure he hasn't legs and feetOr any wings to fly. Yet here he is above their roof；Perhaps he thinks it isn't right For me to go so far alone,Tho' mother said I might.