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

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.

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

Why you were born and why you are living depend entirely on what you are getting out of this world and what you are giving to it. I cannot prove that this is a balance of mathematical perfection, but my own observation of life leads me to the conclusion that there is a very real friendship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of life.

June is bustin' out all over.

Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.

Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.