Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone.

The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years.

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist.

I'm not going to run, I'm going to stand here and watch. Every blow will cut into my heart, and tell me who and what you are.

Fish got to swim, birds got to fly.

The dearest things I know are what you are.