I learnt from Armstrong on the early recordings that you never sang a song the same way twice.
Van MorrisonHark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.
Van MorrisonAnd I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain.
Van Morrison