Abbey Lincoln: Throw It Away

I think about the life I live

A figure made of clay

And think about the things I lost

The things I gave away

And when I'm in a certain mood

I search the house and look

One night I found these magic words

In a magic book

Throw it away

Throw it away

Give your love, live your life

Each and every day

And keep your hand wide open

Let the sun shine through

'Cause you can never lose a thing

If it belongs to you