The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away... Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the ...

After all these years, George Beverly Shea still takes requests. From a hotel room in his native Canada, Mr. Shea's deep baritone voice smoothed out an a cappella version of Sharon's Rose, a hymn he ...