No Man May Make Another Free.

When We Sing The Blues, We're Singin' Out Our Hearts, We're Singing Out Our Feelings. Maybe We're Hurt And Just Can't Answer Back, Then We Sing Or Maybe Even Hum The Blues.

I Wish I Could Buy You For What You Are Really Worth And Sell You For What You Think You're Worth. I Sure Would Make Money On The Deal.

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing.

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

For Four Hundred Years The Blacks Of Haiti Had Yearned For Peace. For Three Hundred Years The Island Was Spoken Of As A Paradise Of Riches And Pleasures, But That Was In Reference To The Whites To Whom The Spirit Of The Land Gave Welcome. Haiti Has Meant Split Blood And Tears For Blacks.