Listen To Her Voice, Don't Look At

[on Bebop Years] All I Did Was Sing 'how High The Moon.' It Seemed Like The Only Song I Ever Sang.

Listen To Her Voice, Don't Look At Her.

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town, Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies, Whether Loud Be Her Cheers, Or Whether Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize That...i Love Paris.

The Only Thing Better Than Singing Is More Singing.

Just Don't Give Up Trying To Do What You Really Want To Do.