Songs my mother taught me,
In the days long vanished;
Seldom from her eyelids
Were the teardrops banished.
Now I teach my children,
Each melodious measure.
Oft the tears are flowing,
Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.
In Your Eyes
The Sound Of Music
Summertime
Undo
Undo
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
With Twilight As My Guide
River
Winter Wonderland
Stepping Stone
August Winds
Stepping Stone
Stepping Stone
Undo
Undo
Till There Was You
In My Life
Amazing Grace
You'll Never Know
You've Changed