You Might Say It Was My Return

Jesus Has Been In My Room. He Has Taken My Hand And Told Me, No, Not Now. I Have Other Things For You To Do.

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

Anybody That'll Stand Up To The Cline Is All Right.

In Childhood I Developed A Serious Throat Infection, And My Heart Stopped Beating. I Recovered From That Illness With A Voice That Boomed Forth Like Kate Smith's!

You Want Me To Act Like We've Never Kissed, You Want To Forget; Pretend We've Never Met , And I've Tried And I've Tried, But I Haven't Yet... You Walk By, And I Fall To Pieces.