I Hate To See The

Saving Was Slow And Painful.

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.

Setting My Mind On A Musical Instrument Was Like Falling In Love. All The World Seemed Bright And Changed.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

You Can Never Tell What's In A Woman's Mind, And If She's From Harlem, There's No Use O' Tryin