"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning,
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call:
'You've got to get up, you've got to get up,
You've got to get up this morning!'"
I may be the only person my age who knows all the words to that Irving Berlin World War II song. My grandfather taught it to me, along with other early 20th century songs such as "Come Josephine, in My Flying Machine." When I was suffering through major depressive episodes before...
