I learned to sing parts by singing with my mother at church. She was a good teacher.

It always sounded cool to me
When someone sang the harmony
At church my mother sat with me
And gave singing lessons for free
I sang that alto line with her
With her voice that sounded pure
I couldn’t read those funny notes
That was coming from our throats
Soon somehow I began to know
Whether to sing high or low
Today I can sing every part
Because of what she put in my heart
She is gone from me it is true
But when I miss her and get blue
I lift my voice and sing a song
And pretend she’s singing along