Everything is beautiful in it's own way. Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter's day. And everybody's beautiful in their own way. Under God's heaven, the world's gonna find the way.

They call him the Streak, he likes to turn the other cheek. He's always making the news, wearing just his tennis shoes.

There is none so blind as he who will not see. We must not close our minds, we must let our thoughts be free. For every hour that passes by, we know the world gets a little bit older, it's time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

I originally passed on Raindrops Keep Fallin On My Head in 1969, so they gave it to B.J. Thomas.

George Jones may be gone but his music will live on forever. What a great voice and a great friend.

Everything is beautiful in it's own way. Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter's day. And everybody's beautiful in their own way. Under God's heaven, the world's gonna find the way.

Everything is beautiful in its own way.