Living So Fully, I Can't Imagine What

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.

I Don't Think Of Myself As A Symbol Of The Sixties, But I Do Think Of Myself As A Symbol Of Following Through On Your Beliefs.

If People Have To Put Labels On Me, I'd Prefer The First Label To Be Human Being, The Second Label To Be Pacifist, And The Third To Be Folk Singer.

I Have Heard More Than Once, 'shut Up And Sing!' And I Get It Now.

During The 'ballad' Years For Me, The Politics Was Latent; I Was Just Falling In Love With The Ballads And My Boyfriend. And There Was The Beauty Of The Songs.