I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, I cannot sing the old songs-- I do not know… — Robert Jones Burdette Copy Share Image
I write in my sleep. I don't know how, but I'll work on a song, go to sleep and it's finished when I wake up. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
