Most Musicians Remain Poor. But The Music

Hold Fast To Dreams, For If Dreams Die, Life Is A Broken-winged Bird That Cannot Fly.

Most Musicians Remain Poor. But The Music That They Make, Even If It Does Not Bring Them Millions, Gives Millions Of People Happiness.

A World I Dream Where Black Or White, Whatever Race You Be, Will Share The Bounties Of The Earth And Every Man Is Free.

Teach Us All To Do Right, Lord, Please, And To Get Along Together With That Atom Bomb On This Earth Because I Do Not Want It To Fall On Me-nor Thee-nor Anybody Living. Amen!

There Is No Color Line In Death. I Swear To The Lord I Still Can't See Why Democracy Means Everybody But Me. O, Yes, I Say It Plain, America Never Was America To Me, And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be! I Am The American Heartbreak- The Rock On Which Freedom Stumped Its Toe.