Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see ’em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... read more

I see trees of green........ red roses tooI see ’em bloom..... for me and for youAnd I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.I see skies of blue..... clouds of whiteBright blessed days....dark sacred nightsAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the skyAre also on the faces.....of people ..going byI see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you doThey’re really sayin’......I love you.

If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know.

If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know.

Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.

Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in read more

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.

Man, if you gotta ask you'll never know.

Man, if you gotta ask you'll never know.