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
Marry Me
Summertime
Deperate Ones
Here Comes The Sun
Someone to Watch over Me
Here Comes The Sun
Work Song
Cherish
How Long Must I Wander
Rich Girl
When I Was in My Prime
Nobody
Feelings
Blue Prelude
Cherish
End Of The Line
Thrill Is Gone
My Father