One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.
When you win a Grammy. . . you're thinking about you winning. It is amazing. Your peers and folks in the record business are saying, 'This is what we think of you. ' And that's why the Grammy will always be, to me, the ultimate in what you get as far as a music trophy, because it is the one.