Yip Harburg

Once I built a railroad, I made it run, Brother, can you spare a dime?

— Yip Harburg

I never knew the charm of spring My heart...

— Yip Harburg

Say, its only a paper moon If you believed in me.

— Yip Harburg

Without your love If you believed in me.

— Yip Harburg

Some day I'll wish upon a star Why then, oh why can't I?

— Yip Harburg

Follow the yellow brick road.

— Yip Harburg

We're off to see the Wizard, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. You'll find he is a whiz of a Wiz! If ever a Wiz! there was.

— Yip Harburg

You’re out of the woods And bid it open.

— Yip Harburg

To let a fool kiss you is stupid, To let a kiss fool you is worse.

— Yip Harburg

Life is short, short, brother! Oh! Ain't it the solid truth?

— Yip Harburg

On the day I was born, Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

— Yip Harburg

How are things in Glocca Morra? Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

— Yip Harburg

So I ask each weepin' willow This fine day?

— Yip Harburg

The Lord made Adam, the Lord made Eve, he made ‘em both a little bit naive.

— Yip Harburg

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

— Yip Harburg

When the idle poor or who is which.

— Yip Harburg

As the writer of the lyric of the song ‘God’s Country’, I am outraged by the suggestion that somehow I am connected with, believe in, or am sympathetic with Communist or totalitarian philosophy.

— Yip Harburg

No matter how high or great the throne, What sits on it is the same as your own.

— Yip Harburg

WHERE and WHEN Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.

— Yip Harburg

Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way. Heard the night cry down with traitors, and the dawn shout "Up the reds!"

— Yip Harburg

I am a rebel by birth. … I contest anything that is unjust, that causes suffering in humanity. My feelings about that are so strong, I don't think I could live with myself if I weren't honest.

— Yip Harburg

I am one of the last of a small tribe of troubadours, who still believe that life is a beautiful and exciting journey with a purpose and grace which are well worth singing about.

— Yip Harburg

No matter how much I probe and prod,  Unswervingly believes in me.

— Yip Harburg

And only God who makes the tree Can make a God, who makes a tree.

— Yip Harburg

My heart is like the willow While there's another spring.

— Yip Harburg