Those autumn leaves go past my window. Those autumn leaves of red and gold. I see your lips those summer kisses, Those sunburned hands I used to hold. Since ...

It was the third of June Another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton And my brother was balin' hay At dinner time we stopped Walked back to the h...

Summer pales, like a ghost of stubborn Spring This itch, this prayerful longing for heat Belies an angel's desire to take wing So as you fall, then fall into m...

The perfect shade of lipstick Of red pepper lies Assertions carefully weaved into her style Eyeliner drawn with another sinner's hand Replication makes perfecti...

You give your hand to me and then you say, "Hello" And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so And anyone can tell you think, you know me well Well, you don'...