Hermine Ruft Gewöhnlich Nicht Sonntags An Lyrics & Chords By John Updike

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay ...read more

After you finish your work After you do your day After you've read your reading After you've written your say — You go down the street to the hot dog stand, One block down...read more

Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended I have come by the highway home ...read more

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the...read more