Stevie Wonder
African-American singer, songwriter, record producer, musician, and social activist.
Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy,
Then my only worry was for Christmas, what would be my toy?
Even though we sometimes would not get a thing,
We were happy with the joy the day would bring.
Like a fool I went and stayed too long,
Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong,
Ooh, baby, here I am,
Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!
And I can't go on this way,
With it stronger every day,
But being too shy to say
That I really love you.
My Cherie Amour, pretty little one that I adore
You're the only girl my heart beats for
How I wish that you were mine.
I'm happier than the morning sun,
And that's the way you said that it would be,
If I should ever bring you inside my life.
Shame on me, shame on you,
Shame on them, shame on us,
Shame on me, shame on you,
Shame on them, shame on us,
So what the fuss.
Love's in need of love today,
Don't delay, send yours in right away,
Hate's going 'round breaking many hearts,
Stop it please, before it's gone too far.
But, very well, I believe I know you very well,
Wish that you knew me too, very well,
And I think I can deal with everything going through your head.
But what I'd like to know,
Is could a place like this
Exist so beautiful?
Or do we have to find our wings and fly away
To the visions in our mind?
I believe when I fall in love with you
It will be forever.
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand,
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands.
We are undercover passion on the run,
Chasing love up against the sun,
We are strangers by day, lovers by night,
Knowing it's so wrong but feeling so right.
For you, there might be a brighter star,
But through my eyes the light of you burns all I see.
For you, there might be another song,
But all my heart can hear is your melody.
Didn't know that you
Would be jammin' until the break of dawn,
See nobody ever told you that you
Would be jammin' until the break of dawn.
We all have ability. The difference is how we use it.
When the summer came you were not around,
Now the summer's gone and love cannot be found,
Where were you when I needed you last winter, my love?
And though you don't believe that they do,
They do come true,
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you,
And maybe too if you would believe,
You too might be overjoyed, over love, over me.
Sometimes I think I would love to see … just to see the beauty of flowers and trees and birds and the earth and grass. … Being as I've never seen, I don't know what it's like to see. So in a sense I'm complete. Maybe I'd be incomplete if I did see. Maybe I'd see some things that I didn't want to see . . . the beauty of the earth compared to the destruction of man. You see, it's one thing when you are blind from birth, and you don't know what it's like to see, anyway, so it is just like seeing. The sensation of seeing is not one that I have and not one that I worry about.
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving,
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May,
Just as hate knows love's the cure,
You can rest your mind assured,
That I'll be loving you always.
'Cause we are sick and tired of hearing your song,
Telling us how you are gonna change right from wrong,
'Cause if you really want to hear our views,
You haven't done nothin'.