| PART ONE |
1 | There is a sweetness in silence |
| I dream a life |
3 | My father was cheerful, as the Irish can be |
4 | Wisconsin |
5 | Georgia moves to Virginia |
6 | I painted the lilacs |
7 | Goodbye, high school, hello Chicago |
| I Love Chicago! |
9 | Chicago has ist bright and golden face |
10 | I see myself as in a mirror |
11 | The fall in New York is a time to sing |
12 | I fell in love with copper pots |
13 | When I came back to New York town |
| Springtime in Old New York |
15 | New York was full of everything |
16 | Back to Chicago |
17 | My canvas is blank |
18 | An angel swept me up |
19 | When I was twelve |
20 | In 1916 my universe exploded |
21 | Two Hundred Ninety-One Fifth Avenue |
22 | Alfred opened my art to New York |
23 | I met Alfred in New York, or was it Texas? |
24 | A Song Becomes the Color of Your Kisses |
25 | I would try to tame my dreams |
26 | I painted flowers |
27 | I hate poetry |
28 | There is a world beyond my understanding |
29 | I can feel the velvet |
30 | Nothing is less real than realism |
31 | Wildness called me
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32 | The Dusk Settles Softly |
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| PART TWO |
Entracte |
33 | New Mexico would call me back |
34 | Abiquiu becomes blue |
35 | And I would become lost in my desert |
| Pal Duro Canyon |
37 | My ranch is always encircled by angels |
38 | An angel hurries by |
39 | My lovesong is clouds |
40 | I am a flower |
41 | Jack in the pulpit |
42 | I am honored |
43 | I lent my friend, the librarian |
44 | My flowers are my song |
45 | When I became blind |
46 | My brushes become dry |
47 | I am old |
| Ode to a Late Spring |
49 | A young man, Juan Hamilton |
50 | I'm Coming Home |
| What is Paradise? |
52 | What do I believe? |
Finale: | I dream a life |