Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin', So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

Love is sweeping the country.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he, turns out to be, someone to watch over me.

If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.

But the age of miracles hadn't passed.

A song without music is a lot like H2 without the O.

I'd like to add her initial to my monogram.