Pennies From Heaven
Green Grow the Lilacs
People Will Say We’re In Love
On The Street Where You Live
Room Full Of Roses
Sending You A Big Bouquet Of Roses
Melancholy Baby
A You’re Adorable, B You’re So Beautiful
Mares Eat Oats
I Get A Kick Out Of You
I Saw the Harbor Lights
Who’s Sorry Now
Birds Do It
Around the World I Searched For You
Up A Lazy River
Take Good Care Of Yourself
You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby
You Say Potato And I Say Potato
Whispering While You Cuddle Near Me
Maybe I’m Right
Just One of Those Things
Shine on Harvest Moon
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
A couple of my grandmother’s songs:
Shall We Gather At the River (She lived on the Crooked River, a tidal river and tributary to the St. Mary's that forms the border between Florida and Georgia. I always thought this song was about her river. I think she sang it that way. "The River" was a sacred place inhabited by fiddler crabs, transient dolphins running in and out with the tides, and luminescent diatoms. At the river, no one asks what time it is, they ask about the tide.)
The Rose of No Man’s Land (My grandmother loved this one because she was a registered nurse, and there is no doubt about it—it is a compelling and stirring song in tribute to the nurses who served in the carnage of WWI.)
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