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.

I don't let my mouth say nothin' my head can't stand

I don't let my mouth say nothin' my head can't stand

All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song

All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song

There is two kinds of music the good and bad. I play the good kind.

There is two kinds of music the good and bad. I play the good kind.

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.