BYE-WAY OF MY DREAMS
For every man there’s one way
And each man takes his own way:
The high road or the low road or the road that runs between,
The broad road or the narrow,
The way of joy or sorrow,
The well-trod path or the path that’s evergreen.
And I can see clearly
That the only way for me
Is the little road that runs down by the stream
Where primroses bloom early
And the lass I love so dearly
Walks beside me in the bye-way of my dreams.
When I was young and sprightly
I thought I’d travel lightly
By the wide freeway that runs straight to the town.
Since I fell in step with Sally
I feel more inclined to dally,
For the gentle pace of loving slowed me down.
And I can see clearly etc