i'm shooting high
tenderly
makin' whoopee
fascination
there's a goldmine in the sky
little girl
there will never be another you
the song of raintree county
breezin' along with the breeze
my personal possession
when rock and roll came to trinidad
i thought about marie
love is the thing
it's only a paper moon
christmas song
pretend
i'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
i've grown accustomed to her face
send for me
st. louis blues