William Davis
William Davis
Canadian actor known for his role as The Smoking Man in the television series, The X-Files.
ProfessionTV Actor
Date of Birth13 January 1938
proved though
When I had money, money, O!My many friends proved all untrue;But now I have no money, O!My friends are real though very few.
proved though
When I had money, money, O! My many friends proved all untrue; But now I have no money, O! My friends are real though very few.
garden house outside walls within
My walls outside must have some flowers,My walls within must have some books;A house that's small; a garden large,And in it leafy nooks.
garden health lovely man peace small
With this small house, this garden large,This little gold, this lovely mate,With health in body, peace in heart--Show me a man more great.
garden health lovely man peace small
With this small house, this garden large, This little gold, this lovely mate, With health in body, peace in heart-- Show me a man more great.
full life poor stand time
A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.
choose golden heart man power work
When will it come, that golden time,When every heart must sing?The power to choose the work we loveMakes every man a king.
choose golden heart love man power work
When will it come, that golden time, When every heart must sing? The power to choose the work we love Makes every man a king.
glad good life
Good morning, Life -- and all Things glad and beautiful.
rainbow side song together
A rainbow and a cuckoo's song / May never come together again; / May never come / This side the tomb.
heart knowledge love thee thy
I love thee for a heart that's kind --not for the knowledge in thy mind.
decide regroup
I need to regroup and decide what to do next.
below churches job living people police poverty seems situation wonderful
The job situation seems to be improving, but many people here are still living below the poverty level. The police did a wonderful job, but churches need to do more.
corn dark far golden head lonely saw turned
I turned my head and saw the wind,Not far from where I stood,Dragging the corn by her golden hair,Into a dark and lonely wood.