It Is Widely Held That Too Much

Time Is My Enemy. Time Will Catch Up With Me Vocally. And I Dread That. I Dread To Think About Life Without Singing.

You Are Only A Young Talent, But We Don't Know How Old Your Soul Is.

I Didn't Like To Be Restricted, Because When You're In A Choir, You Have A Part To Sing And You Sing It. I Always Liked Singing On My Own.

Love Is In The Air Everywhere I Look Around. Love Is In The Air Every Sight And Every Sound.

Comfort Me By A Solemn Assurance, That When The Little Parlour In Which I Sit At This Instant, Shall Be Reduced To A Worse Furnished Box, I Shall Be Read, With Honour, By Those Who Never Knew Nor Saw Me, And Whom I Shall Neither Know Nor See.