Lullaby

Mother will you sing to me,. something soft and something sweet.. I'm too old for a lullaby,. but I'll never be too old to cry, never be too old to cry..

Love Song For August

Loaded Gun

Lisbon Antiqua

Little White Washed Chimney

Where the Mississippi's flowing on the sunny southern shores. And the steamboat comes a-puffing round the bend. There's a little old log cabin with a grape vine over the door.