Lord Help The Mister That Comes Between

You Can't Write A Song Out Of Thin Air You Have To Feel And Know What You Are Writing About.

Blue Skies Smiling At Me Nothing But Blue Skies Do I See Bluebirds Singing A Song Nothing But Bluebirds All Day Long

There Is An Element Of Truth In Every Idea That Lasts Long Enough To Be Called Corny.

I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas, Just Like The Ones I Used To Know, Where The Tree Tops Glisten And Children Listen To Hear Sleigh Bells In The Snow.

When I'm Worried And I Can't Sleep I Count My Blessings Instead Of Sheep.