If The Government Can Set Aside Some

Most Musicians Remain Poor. But The Music That They Make, Even If It Does Not Bring Them Millions, Gives Millions Of People Happiness.

You And I By Henry Alford My Hand Is Lonely For Your Clasping, Dear; My Ear Is Tired Waiting For Your Call. I Want Your Strength To Help, Your Laugh To Cheer; Heart, Soul And Senses Need You, One And All. I Droop Without Your Full, Frank Sympathy; We Ought To Be Together—you And I; We Want Each Other So, To Comprehend The Dream, The Hope, Things Planned, Or Seen, Or Wrought. Companion, Comforter And Guide And Friend, As Much As Love Asks Love, Does Thought Ask Thought. Life Is So Short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You And I.

Gather Up In The Arms Of Your Love—those Who Expect No Love From Above.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.