She does not know
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image in the river
She would know.
But there are no palm trees
On the street,
And dishwater gives back no images.
Black Swan
Be My Husband
Summertime
Here Comes The Sun
Feelings
Cherish
Someone to Watch over Me
Work Song
Rich Girl
Nobody
Remind Me
Marry Me
Blue Prelude
Deperate Ones
How Long Must I Wander
Thrill Is Gone
When I Was in My Prime
My Father
End Of The Line
House Of The Rising Sun