I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.
Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly.
June is bustin' out all over.
You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, Of people whose skin is a different shade. You've got to be carefully taught.
It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.