Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

I had always sung in my dad's shop. I worked there after school, and I'd be singing along with the top-40 records of the day.

Love is still a simple act of faith, and a faithful heart is always worth the wait.

My voice is unadorned. I don't try for perfection. I try to be honest and truthful and soulful with the voice I have. If I make mistakes in notes, or there are cracks in notes, I don't fix them. That's the way it is.

The lyrics aren't simple, either. They're extremely difficult because I'm trying to say complicated things in as few words as possible.

Songs are so all-encompassing; they're the joys and sorrows and pacing of life.

When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.