Songs by Bill Withers

Grandma's hands clapped… In church on Sunday morning… Grandma's hands… Played a tambourine so well… Grandma's hands…… show more

I see the crystal raindrops fall… And see the beauty of it all… Is when the sun comes shining through… To make those… show more

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain… We all have sorrow… But if we are wise… We know that there's always… show more

When I wake up in the morning, love… And the sunlight hurts my eyes… And something without warning, love… Bears heavy… show more

My friends feel… It's their appointed duty… They keep trying to tell me… All you want to do is use me… But my… show more