It's A Powerful Thing Hearing Your Friend

Paul's Last Words To Linda: "you're Up On Your Beautiful Appaloosa Stallion. It's A Fine Spring Day. We're Riding Through The Woods. The Bluebells Are All Out, And The Sky Is Clear-blue".

I've Got To Admit It's Getting Better. It's A Little Better All The Time.

Every Love Song I Write Is For Linda.

Bend Like The Willow, Winds Gonna Blow You Hard And Cold Tonight. Life As It Happens, Nobody Warns You, Willow Hold On Tight.

The Ring At The End Of My Nose Makes Me Look Rather Pretty.