Spellbound through the pines, where the sun rarely shines ... Read between the lines, what’s yours and what is mine.

To believe, to be true / To chase dreams and bring them through / Well, that’s / What the music means to me.

When I say “spiritual groove” this is who I mean / They be at the center of this whole new scene.

What mek-a dis night, so diff-a-rent, from all other night.

Hey Frumie / Love that three-quarter-length skirt / With those colored stockings / And that long sleeved shirt ...