Four
1954, w/ Horace Silver
1958, w/ John Coltrane
1959, w/ Red Garland
1964, w/ Herbie Hancock
Hank Jones
Sonny Sttit
“Of the wonderful things that you get out of life, there are four Baby, and they may not be many, but nobody needs any more Of the many facts making the list of life Truth takes the lead And to relax knowing the gist of life It's truth you need Then the second is honor and happiness makes number three When you put them together, you know what the last one must be Baby, so, the truth, honor, and happiness And one thing more Meaning only wonderful, wonderful love that'll make it four Don't you know the score? Well, people, when they're younger Never realize the pleasure-treasure life's got But as they grow older, realize a lot They got their minds on all the wrongest scenes And things that cost a lotta money, but it's really very funny They fade away and don't amount to a hill of beans Funny how the things in life we really should adore We forget, or ignore, end up poor Making money 'til you're nigh on madness and end up in sadness Youth is the time when we should see the light 'Cause when we're old and wasted, the dues for what we've tasted Run so high that we pay 'til we die, then We know that youth that made us strong is wasted on the young So enjoy it gaily, love life, and live it daily You'll find a lot of things to bring you joy and give peace of mind Get it while the getting's good, and everybody, if they only could Life would be a set, life would be a groovy set, groovy as a movie Well, well, let your voice be heard, spread the word Everybody here has got ears Only gotta teach 'em how to use 'em, not abuse 'em So take a tip from me, the world everything it oughta be As long as you can be sure there is no more to life than same ol' four Hard to believe, but I know what time will show That even though you think it's boresome Two and two together constitute a foursome That's all, four is the figure, that's all Ain't gonna be gettin' any bigger Doesn't matter how you slice it up You'll never change it You count everything that fate throws into life's pot Still, really four is all you've got Haven't they told you about the little pleasures that are part of all the rest? You love a little and live a little and take a little and give a lot Still, the total is happiness But that's only one, you've just begun, there's gonna be more After this are truth and honor shinin' And love combinin' to make it four, no more Baby, so, the truth, honor, and happiness And one thing more Meaning love and that's the real score And more than enough when times are tough And though they may not comprise a lot Still, you only got those four And there ain't no more (Ain't no more, ain't no more)”