Texty:
Hughes Donna Gaining Wisdom

When I was young, my grandma lived two hours away When I first learned to write, I had a lot to say I wrote her a letter every week She couldn?t wait

That sad old train Sleeping on an old rusty track She was from another time Gone with the wind like the smoke from that ole stack She brought smiles

It's a cold world, sometimes I feel all alone It's a long road, that I'm rolling on And I wonder, if I'm on the path I should have taken And I'm still

Should I leave or should I stay Should I try to walk away From you tonight Without a fight Like a wound that will not heal I cannot change the way

On a trading path, through the Carolinas Used by Indians who braved the wind & rain They settled down beside the raging waters And they worked the