God Bless America, Land That I Love.

You Can't Write A Song Out Of Thin Air You Have To Feel And Know What You Are Writing About.

When I'm Worried And I Can't Sleep I Count My Blessings Instead Of Sheep.

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know, Where The Tree Tops Glisten And Children Listen To Hear Sleigh Bells In The Snow.

Blue Skies Smiling At Me Nothing But Blue Skies Do I See Bluebirds Singing A Song Nothing But Bluebirds All Day Long

All Alone By The Telephone.