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Music/Poems/Movies/Videos about Bluebirds (Part 2)

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Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2001 09:22:02 -0600
From: "Jim McLochlin" bluebirdbox"at"cox.net
Subject: FW: song help

Hopefully this is the first time this has made it to the list, I forwarded twice before and did not see it in the digest the next day.

In any case please respond to this request directly to Laura and also copy to the list so that we can all benefit.

-----Original Message-----
From: lam97"at"columbia.edu [mailto:lam97"at"columbia.edu]
Sent: Sunday, February 25, 2001 9:06 PM
To: bluebirdbox"at"cox.net
Subject: song help

Hello,
I found your website on a search for bluebird songs and I'm hoping you might be able to help me. My mom's 50th birthday is approaching and I wanted to find a recording of a song that she knew as a child but can no longer remember. We don't know the title or the artist, but the lyrics go "tell me please daddy dear, is the world really round? Will the bluebird of happiness ever be found?" and the father tells his child that the bluebird of happiness is found because it arrived when his child was born. It's a very sweet song and I would love to find a recording of it, or even just the complete lyrics. Thank you for any help you might be able to give me.

Sincerely,
Laura Merz


Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 12:52:53 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Re: FW: song help

Laura.....check out:

http://www.dancingcat.com/dancingcat/notes/01934-11157-2.shtml

also search and check out Mon Enfant. Ralph Towner. Little Child, Daddy Dear by guitarist Wes Montogonery and band leader Spike Jones. also check for french versions. you perhaps have already done all the above. Let us know when you find it please. thanks.

Wendell


Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2001 20:14:41 -0500
From: "Shel Michaels" shel"at"shel.net
Subject: re: FW: song help

Hello Laura...

Jim McLochlin forwarded your request for song lyrics to the Bluebird-L list.

I hope your Mom has a great birthday!! The following lyrics I found at http://member.ctinets.com/~musesmusic/alll2.htm , and I found that site
using http://www.google.com , a first-rate search engine. Anyway, the lyrics follow:

"LITTLE CHILD

Daddy dear, tell me please, is the world really round?
Tell me where is the bluebird of happiness found?
Tell me why is the sky up above so blue?
And when you were a child did your daddy tell you
What becomes of the sun when it falls into the sea
And who lights it again bright as bright can be?
Tell me why can't I fly without wings through the skies?
Tell me why, Daddy dear, are there tears in your eyes?

Little one, little one, yes, the world's really round
And the bluebird you search for will surely be found
And the sky up above is so blue and clear so that
You'll see the bluebird if it should come near
And the sun doesn't fall when it slips out of sight
All it does is make way for the moon's pretty light
And if children could fly there'd be no need for birds
And I cry, little one, 'cause I'm touched by your words

Don't be sad, Daddy dear, if it's true the world's round
I will search 'round the world till the bluebird is found
Little one, there's no need to wander too far
For what you really seek is right here where you are
Show me where, Daddy dear, and here's what I will do
I will take the dear bluebird and give it to you
Dear, the bluebird's the love in your heart pure and true
And I found it the day heaven blessed me with you!"

I also found, at
http://www.dancingcat.com/dancingcat/notes/01934-11157-2.shtml the
following:

'Mon Enfant has an unknown origin. "I've heard it by guitarist Ralph Towner and under the name Little Child, Daddy Dear by guitarist Wes Montgomery and by bandleader Spike Jones," George says. "and also in a movie. The first lines of the lyrics are 'Daddy dear, Daddy dear, is the world really round?/Tell me where is the Bluebird of Happiness found.' I don't know if it's originally French. I've been told there are other versions, one on an old 78 rpm. If anybody knows more about the history of this song, I'd like to know.'

You're right - it is a sweet song.

Best regards,
...Shel Michaels


Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 07:49:59 EST
From: Joagos"at"aol.com
Subject: Little Child

On March 1st, my beloved daughter Holly was killed in a car accident at about 11:45 in the evening. We got the call at 3:00 a.m. about her death, later on in the morning I went to BB list and the very first post was the lyrics of "Little Child." I have tried to find it again on the website that it was on but have been unable to do so. This child of mine always gently teased me about how excited I was to see the BB's, and I was to see her on Saturday so she would be able to enjoy them with me. At her wake on Sunday evening I read to everyone attending the words as I had them, because I know that she is now on the wings of the Bluebird. She was to be buried yesterday but this storm has prevented it, we then changed the date to today but again it will have to be postponed. I am going to go the cemetary association to see if they will allow me to put up a box in her memory. I would deeply appreciate it if someone could send me all of the lyrics to this beautiful song. Thank you for any help,
Jo Ann Gossett, Guilford, CT


Date: Tue, 06 Mar 2001 15:34:11 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: The Bluebird Knew

Friends,

As I awoke another day,
I expected to hear the bluebird say
Welcome, please join in my song
As we enjoy life here where we belong.

But he was quiet today and did not talk
And he sat still and did not join me for a walk
I could tell something was wrong
For he sang a sad sad song.

I was confused and wondered why
So I thought I would give the list a try
Perhaps to learn what he was feeling
That made him appear he was kneeling

So I ran. And I check the list as soon as I can
And there was the news posted from Jo Ann

About the painful early death of her beloved daughter, Holly

I didn't try to choke back the tears, I knew I could not
I wanted to be with my three daughters and hug alot

And someway, somehow the bluebird knew and understood
And He wanted Jo Ann to know, sing again he certainly would
But as for now, he shared in the pain of the loss of a beloved child
And in the meantime he would postpone his singing for the while

He sends word along and makes a promise--tomorrow will be a new song.

He and his companion agree with Holly's silent request
In her memory and in her honor there shall be
An extra special little baby girl fledgling in this season's nest
Placed there by the Spirit for all the world to see.

Yes, for all the world to see!

Wendell


Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 09:45:01 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Breaking up is hard to do.

Friends,

I could move out with all my stuff in a wheelbarrow
But, I prefer not breaking up over a House sparrow
We have much more fun here chewing the fat
In the past we survived hard times over the cat
So, how about hanging in the list for awhile
And let's get on with carrying a bigger smile!

I know sometime peace is very hard to find
And strong believers need to have a say
But, as for me I am way way behind
Cause I'm still stuck in Kite flying Day.

Wendell
Caesar Creek

PS: Best advice I ever got, when that kid 60 years ago told me "Ah, go fly a Kite".


Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 16:15:12 -0500
From: "Bruce Burdett" blueburd"at"srnet.com
Subject: George Bradley

To: All Bluebirders,
On page 146 of the 'New Yorker' for Mar. 19 of 2001 there is a Bluebird poem by George Bradley which strikes me as just about perfect. I'd type it out for you all, but probably someone would report me and I'd have to go to prison for copywright (sp?) violation. It's the poem that I would have written myself if I had the talent, the inspiratioin, and the gumption. It's a sort of sonnet, -14 lines of iambic pentameter, - but with an unusual rhyme scheme.

If you're into this kind of thing, take the time to look it up and write it down. I think you'll agree that it's a superb piece of work, - a real keeper.
I don't usually care for 'New Yorker's' poetry selections, but this one is an exception.
Its title: "A Scrap of Sky."
Bruce Burdett, NH Bluebird Conspiracy, Sunapee NH
blueburd"at"srnet.com


Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 18:41:43 -0500
From: "Bruce Burdett" blueburd"at"srnet.com
Subject: A Scrap of Sky

To: All Bluebirders,
Several knowledgeable people have assured me that I won't go to prison if I correctly attribute the poem to its author, and if I don't try to profit
from it. I'll give it a try. (I hope you'll all bring me chicken soup, - and perhaps a file.)
"A Scrap of Sky" - by George Bradley

The bluebird, famous for the scrap of sky
Borne on his back - an indigo so bright
That just a glimpse of his distinctive flight,
All swoop and flurry, captivates the eye
And makes us smile for having made us start -
Has hope and optimism to the marrow,
Or at least has the pluck to reappear
In fields where he was dispossessed last year;
And there that feathered terrier the sparrow,
Bearing no more than murder in his heart,
Will once more wait to steal the nest and drive
The weaker, more attractive bird away.
So beauty comes again each spring and tries to stay,
And so does drab determination thrive.

- the "New Yorker", Mar. 19, 2001, p. 146

*********************************

Note to Keith K: I've sent it to Cynthia Berger for possible inclusion in her book, if she's interested.

Bruce Burdett, NH Bluebird Conspiracy, Sunapee NH
blueburd"at"srnet.com


Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 13:26:31 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: The Ode of the NoKnocksBox

The Ode of the NoKnocksBox
by the Lonely Bluebird

Today, as I entered the privacy of my box home
I noted a change and my eyes began to roam
I looked up toward the azure blue sky
Staring back was a big Sony glass eye.

Once upon a time there was a schism
between bird watching and voyeurism
Ah, but no longer is that the case
Now, the cam is watching my chase.

I must use caution and take care
as to where I toss my underwear
And I would not want the List to be violated
as Mrs. Bluebird and I springtime navigated

I will have to watch out and be discreet
and not just pick up off the street
For someone may report to my bride
that we now have no private place to hide.

Ah, how I long for the good old days
when the monitors walked around my box
knocked three times to see if we were home
When busy, they slipped away and left us alone.

But those days are gone forever
and we are challenged to become more clever
For now we have to deal with the magic webcam
And live out our lives in the improved and new
"NoKnocksBox" created by Mr. Gene Pugh.

Wendell Long

PS: Gene, I like it, I will watch every day! Thank you for doing it for us!


Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 11:43:31 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: An Ode to The Joy of Blue Birding

An Ode to The Joy of Blue Birding

I worry and worry and ring my hands
Afraid something may go wrong
With my complex and important plans
I ponder and fret if my box hole is narrow
Otherwise I may attract a house sparrow.

I have nightmares about something bad
And it makes me and all around me sad
For you see I am an observer of the bird
And a second cousin to a paranoid nerd.

I wish I could enjoy blue birding much more
But I am too busy minding the feed store
I saw a meal worm looking at me cross eyed
And nearly broke my heart so much I cried

If I could just get it all together in one season
Then I might have a good story and a reason
To have fun with the beautiful bluebird's play
And less time to agonize over my own decay.

Wendell Long
Waynesville, OH
Antiques Capital of the Midwest.

http://www2.go-concepts.com/~mrsimple


Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 02:45:06 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: He is singing again!.

Friends,

I think that bluebird outside my bedroom window was watching the late night show with David Letterman. I just heard his singing from Drops of Jupiter by TRAIN.

My bluebird's companion had just returned from a long long universal trip into deep space and was again perched on her Gilbertson box and I overheard Mr Blue sing:

"Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair..........
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change.....
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June.....

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there"?

He stopped; he saw her smile and he knew she was glad to be here.

She was thinking, yes I found myself but not out there, because you were here, knowing I would return home, because March is almost gone!

And as they flew over to the Eastern White Pine, I heard him whisper and say-- "Welcome, you won't believe it, but that old man is still stuck in Kite Flying Day!

Wendell Long

PS: Yep, really miss her when she is out looking for herself. But would miss her freedom more.


Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2001 13:12:46 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: The Difference of Making

Friends,

The difference is You

When I go out and plant a new tree
The tree has really planted me
I make a difference with a spade
But the Tree gives me peaceful shade

We are returned more that we provide
And kill the feeling of a need to hide
The sweetness is not in the beehives
The difference is in the honey of our lives

So, if making a difference is your thing
Go out a build a new kid's rope swing
Hang it in the tree you planted years ago
Start swinging again and then you will know

You are having fun on April Fool's Day
Like a kid you are beginning to play
Build with a very good long lasting rope
As you swing, you feel the return of hope!

Wendell Long
Caesar Creek

PS: Or build a bluebird box and provide a shelter for your soul on a rainy day!


From: KCBSP"at"aol.com
Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2001 00:31:42 EDT
Subject: Re: [bluebird] Fw: IBET: Poem for Spring

In a Message dated 4/8/01 7:44:19 AM Eastern Daylight Time,=20
judymellin"at"netzero.net writes:

 I remember this from being a kid but we had another line-

My daughter wrote this the night before our conference... We all gathered in a restaurant.. It was nice to see she cared. She's 14 and came along this year. She said she liked everyone.. which is something for her at this age
!!! Kathy Clark

Wanderers by E.C. =A0(Erin Cochran)

Blue as the sky
Where they fly
A symbol forever
They fly on together
Bringing with them hope
Helping others cope
I can't say this with one word
But thank you Lord for the bluebird


Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 07:27:38 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Bluebird Season

The Bluebird Season

My fearful beast within
Yearns for a song at days end
And another in order to carry on
Just before the breaking dawn

Is this the reap I have sown
To be so very much alone
Or is it just nature's might
To fear the darkness of the night

But then as dawn starts to appear
The Bluebird's song kills the fear
And once again this dark quest
Is replaced by peace and rest!

Yes, once again the Bluebird is here
And sings to me his personal reason
"For I have returned to kill your fear
And to bring love yet another season".

Wendell Long
Waynesville, OH


Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 16:55:32 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Short Verse

Friends,

Not easy to decide to kill or let survive
Especially hard to know while still alive
Perhaps will be easier for us to make
When all of us are no longer awake.

In the meantime while we wait
I will leave it all to Nature's fate
And enjoy my dandelion stew
Along with a snake or two

I think having dining guests is so nice
I never forget to invite a family of mice.

Wendell


Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 14:41:52 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: tree swallow plus another Ode.

Friends....I was out shooting tree swallows near their box when they started their dive bombing maneuver flying straight into my eyes. I stood my ground and my buddy yelled swallow. I did and he went down in one gulp. I have since relocated him. They are good flyers but no match for the beauty of the barn swallow.

I have added a few new shots to my web site, moved some around and lead off with a pair of tree swallow just sitting around and thinking. Click on the
thumbnails and enlarge the images and take a look and please help yourself to copies of any of the new shots you like. Look at the ears on those little white-tailed. I put on a fake smile for my photo but the hat is real. http://www2.go-concepts.com/~mrsimple 

An ode to the Joy of Bickering
I just never enjoyed the game of bicker
Rather watch the action of the flicker
But realize lots of people disagree
On how to handle things in Sunapee

But when I was a star Quarterback
I was not long on skill, talent and tact
So when I passed to the wide receiver
Coach told me I would need to heaver

I would call play number sixty eight
And sure enuf, BruceB was always late.
But when he returned to the huddle
He claimed I was in the usual muddle

So one day when the score was tied
Coach told me to go to the outside
But this time I passed to the left end
And there was Bruce where he had been

He went on to win the game
But oh what a sad sad shame
To celebrate the victory everywhere
He tossed a dozen Sparrow in the Air.

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio
Former Star Quarterback for
Wendell, New Hampshire


Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 15:23:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marcy S marcys_blubrds"at"yahoo.com
Subject: Just a thought

Received this from a friend today, and it reminded me of this list.

Marcy NE Ohio

We could learn a lot from
crayons: some are sharp,
some are pretty, some are
dull, some have weird names,
and all are different colors...
but they all have to learn to
live in the same box.


Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 10:05:37 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Dog

I had dog who ate a mole
and my shoe the sole
She also ate a rat
and the neighbor cat

But, she never ate a bluebird
because once she heard
when her liver turned color
She would never be a mother.

Wendell


Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2001 14:47:41 -0600
From: "Robert Wilson" bluebirdbob1"at"home.com
Subject: Your bluebirds are not your bluebirds

Sorry old timers to the list but I guess I need to post this again.

I am always so sad when the bluebirds leave the nest much like I was when my children left home. I adapted this little verse from Kahlil Gibran's book The Prophet I do hope his spirit doesn't mind.

Your bluebirds are not your bluebirds.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your aspirations,
For they have their own predetermination.
You may House their bodies but not their spirit,
For their spirit dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bow from, which your bluebirds as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer see the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with
His might that His bluebirds may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the bluebird that flies, so He loves also the monitor that is stable

Bob Wilson
(970) 242-5190
39* 06.21N 108*33.61 W
4,635 elevation Grand Junction Colorado
THE HOME OF ALL THREE BLUEBIRD SPECIES
The Wilson PVC Box site http://www.crosswinds.net/~bluebirdbob/


Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 14:51:17 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Knowing When to Let Go

Friends--A little verse for the Bluebird Fledging Season:

Knowing When to Let Go
The Bluebird Fledging Season

She told me she was going to fledge when the sun came out today
and said not to worry for my blues would soon go away
She thanked me for my helping to keep her alive and awake
and she knew it was not easy with the sparrow and the snake

I had mixed feelings as she spoke with the joy of youthful glee
and she said she would return next season and look just for me
I had wondered if she would be coming back to my place
and I hoped she would, for she had such style and grace

But my personal blues won't be starting today!
For I see a black cloud filled with rain as I hear her say
"Well, with this rain and the twilight I shall stay
and sleep tonight before I begin to get underway".

I smile as I walk to the barn with my temporary reprieve
The sun won't shine tomorrow, I truly believe.
but when it does, I will miss her so
And she will wonder why I can't learn to let go!

Wendell


Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 13:08:56 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Darn Bird!

Darn That Bird Anyhow!

I asked the Bluebird--is this the
beginning or end of the Season
She wondered why such a strange
question and for what reason
I explained to her I had checked
the globe and I needed to know
If I am in the right latitude and
elevation for the coming winter snow

The Snow Angel Season is almost here
Not to worry, another good winter is near
But, the Bluebird said as she flew away
Look for me where the Snow Birds play.

And sure enuf the darn little leech
headed out for Miami Beach!!

Wendell


Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 08:51:15 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Happy Again

Happy Again

She wrote into the list
her birds were so missed
She was depressed
due to empty nest

She suffered fledging blues
and had lots of sad news

But that is all in the past
she knew it would not last
She is happy with good reason
It is squirrel hunting season!

Wendell


From: "Bruce Burdett" blueburd"at"srnet.com
Subject: Re: junco sighting, different Blue bird and help with bird book-OT
Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2001 11:00:04 -0400

Tami, et al,

Verse for October 8

"Juncoes in the grass !
Alas !
And in the now near naked trees,
Chattering droves of Chickadees.
And, scaring everyone away,
A thoroughly obnoxious Jay.
No sign of any Goldfinch yet,
But they'll soon be here, you can bet."

Elwell, SW NH

Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 19:59:53 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Learning and Teaching about Bluebirds

Judy and all Bluebird fans....I hope you hang in with us as Jay said it will get better. This is the best Bluebird list on the Internet.Sometimes we go for weeks without saying anything. Other times we chat about other topics and if we get too far out of line we get kicked off the list.

Why even at times we spend more time fighting among ourselves than we do discussing Bluebirds. We are a diverse group. And there is plenty of room for learners and teachers on the same list. While your post was off topic,  that is not about bluebirds but about the people on the list, I found it interesting anyway as did others. And I look forward to winter and spring  but mostly I look forward to today.

The Bluebird Season

Why do I live another Season
Easy!
The bluebird
whispered the reason
I could tell you
but he said
You already knew!

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio
(former exchairman of local poet laureate society)


Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 15:37:15 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Thanks for Giving

              Thanks for Giving

While I remain stuck in Thanksgiving day
The Bluebird List speaks of lie and lay
And most of us read with wonder and glee
When we see a post from snowy Sunapee!

But, my favorite New Hampshire simple village remains Wendell
Where the fireworks factory is next to the only gas station in town
And although Elwell must drive by very fast with a twisted frown
Need not worry about him, I know there he shall never lay down

See, he learned me to use proper grammar in every way
And his friendship is one reason I am stuck in Thanksgiving Day!

Wendell Long
The Simple Poet
Waynesville, Ohio

PS:  ".....Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
               I took the one less traveled by,
          And that has made all the difference."
          Robert Frost(another Real Poet)


From: "Janice Petko" jpetko"at"neo.rr.com
Subject: BB story
Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 16:53:02 -0500

I received this from a friend in my Christmas card. I thought I would share it with the listserv.

Janice Petko
Canton, OH

Today, I got a lovely little surprise. A male bluebird came to sit on a tall branch that sticks up out of my brush pile. It turned this way and that, showing its gorgeous feathers. The sun went in and out, turning the bird into a kaleidoscope of blue, rust, black and white. The color had me mesmerized.

I do not know why bluebirds are so revered, except their feathers are the most striking of the blue colors and their singing is the softest and sweetest in the bird world. I some-times wonder if the bluebird was not the last bird God made. After a lot of practice, He hit perfection with Beautiful Blue.

We are not doing nothing when we watch the birds. We are gathering beauty that can be shared with others, and beauty, like love is eternal.

Author Unknown


From: "Charlotte Brown" charlotte_e_brown"at"hotmail.com
Subject: OffTopic - Wren Day
Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 12:40:18 -0500

A little competition for poet laureate of the Bluebird list(except I didn't write it):

THE WREN SONG

The wren, the wren, the king of all birds
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the firs
Although he was little, his honor was great
Jump up me lads and give us a treat

We followed the wren three miles or more
Three miles of more, three miles or more
Through hedges and ditches and heaps of snow
At six o'clock in the morning

Rolley, Rolley, where is your nest?
It's in the bush that I love best
It's in the bush, the holly tree
Where all the boys do follow me

As I went out to hunt and all
I met a wren upon the wall
Up with me wattle and gave him a fall
And brought him here to show you all

I have a little box under me arm
A tuppence or penny will do it no harm
For we are the boys who came your way
To bring in the wren on St. Stephen's Day
- more about Wren day at http://www.dingle-peninsula.ie/wren.html
I found it interesting ---


Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 18:15:13 EDT
From: "Rwatts" rwatts"at"mymailstation.com
Subject: Re:OffTopic - Wren Day

It sounds as if this is one of the Wren's Day songs of Wales! I have no examples of the songs, but apparently there were a number. Here's an exerpt about the custom:

`THE "WREN HOUSE"
`The "wren house" of Pembrokeshire was another ritual object carried from house to house to the accompaniment of verses sung at the door, this time on Twelfth Night. The body of a wren, placed in a small box decorated with ribbons to serve as its bier, and resting on four poles, was borne by four men ostentatiously groaning under the huge weight of their burden. The verses, sometimes sung in the form of question and answer, varied from district to district, and often ended, as did so many of these songs, with a request to be allowed into the house. The prolonged Cristmas season to which the custom belonged--and the Roman Lupercalia which preceded it--was associated with the idea of the world being turned upside down, its normal behaviour and values being temporarily set aside: just as in religion the new- born Christ-child in his manger was worshipped as God, so in this secular custom the tiny wren was treated ceremonially as the King of birds.'

A photo is included--a little wooden cottage with windows and a tiny hinged door, and multicoloured ribbons tied to the ridge- pole, captioned `This wren house, probably the only surviving example, was made in 1869 by Richard Cobb, sexton, Marloes, Pembrokeshire, like those he made sixty years
earlier.'

[from The Customs and Traditions of Wales, Trefor M. Owen]

Rhonda Watts
Wilton, N.H.


From: "Debra Steinhausser"at""
DebraSteinhausser"at"fuhs.fairfield-union.k12.oh.us
To: "'Bluebird-L"at"cornell.edu'" (BLUEBIRD-L) Bluebird-L"at"cornell.edu
Subject: New member
Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 07:45:12 -0500

I am new to the list this week so I hope my questions have not been addressed recently. Since we have had some "literary" info this week, I'll make that my first question.

1. Ten years or so ago I came across a book that had a story in it about how bluebirds became blue. It had something to do with them being gray to begin with and after a long flight, they decided to take a dip in a blue mountain lake. When they came out of the water, they were a brilliant blue. I am trying to find the book or the story. All I remember is that the book title had the word "birds" in it. Is anyone familiar with it?

2. I am feeding mealworms to a pair of EABLs. I am putting out around 100 worms a day. They are always gone by the end of the day. Am I putting out enough? This is getting to be expensive. I am trying to raise my own. I started three months ago. I have beetles, but no new worms yet. How long will this process take?

3. I am trying to photograph the birds at the mealworm feeder. I have a Canon Elan SLR. I cannot find a cable release for it that is longer than two feet. I want to set the camera on a tripod in the yard and take the picture from the house using a 20 or 30 foot cable. Any suggestions about obtaining a cable that will work with that camera? (Wendell, are you the photographer?)

Debbie, Stoutsville, Ohio


Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 17:37:28 EDT
From: "Rwatts" rwatts"at"mymailstation.com
Subject: Re: Bluebird story/New Member

 1. Ten years or so ago I came across a book that had a story in it about how bluebirds became blue. It had something to do with them being gray to begin with and after a long flight, they decided to take a dip in a blue mountain lake. When they came out of the water, they were a brilliant blue. I am trying to find the book or the story. All I remember is that the book title had the word "birds" in it. Is anyone familiar with it?

This was actually in our first grade reader! (Silver, Burdett, and Ginn--any relation, Bruce??) I'd have to dig out the book, which may well have had the story edited for whatever the grammar/vocabulary emphasis of the lesson, but I think all the animals got to choose a color. The bluebird was told (by a friendly cloud?) to go three times into the water as he wished aloud to be like the sky. Looked like a mountain bluebird to me! ;-)

Rhonda Watts
Wilton, N.H.


Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 14:31:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Evelyn Ford eafrn"at"yahoo.com
Subject: Re:New member/Bluebird Colors Story

Hi Debbie - I also remember that story, it's an Indian folklore. Did a search and came up with the story...see link below. I think this is what you were looking for? Could not find anything about a book.

http://www.y-indianguides.com/pfm_st_bluebirdcoyote.html

Evelyn
Ozark County, MO


Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2002 01:17:38 -0500
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Watch Out Be Careful and Hope for the Best!

To all members of the Wendell Long Institute.
To all members of The Bluebird List

As you know I have been stuck in the Christmas Season for an unusually long period of time this year. Well, it is with the utmost and grateful pleasure I am at last glad and privileged to announce I am free at last, yes free at last. My bills have started to roll in and my creditors are marching down Lonely Lane toward my gate house. You will recall last March I had such a heck of a time from being stuck in Kite flying day for almost the entire month before lightening struck! But, I am here to tell you I am scared out of my SpongeBob SquarePants!! Why you ask. Well have you checked the calendar next month? Yes, that is correct, this coming Saturday, February 2, 2002 is Groundhog Day! And you have not been stuck until you have been stuck in Groundhog Day! They even made a movie about it, if you recall seeing it. Well I live in constant fear and panic should I again be stuck in Groundhog Day, for I fear it will be the end of me as I know it! Here it is Thursday, clock just turned past midnight and Friday only 24hrs away and then, heaven forbid SATURDAY, the big DAY. Will the sun shine, will it rain, will it be cloudy, will it snow and sleet and will all the Punxsutawney Phils of the world have a nice day?

Of course his Home on the Web will be filled with activity: http://www.groundhog.org/  You may enjoy the History of Groundhog Day.

It is awakening to that same music that worries me--"I got you, babe" with Sonny and Cher!

In honor of all the Bluebirds of the world, let us have a moment of silent meditation for an overcast sky without a trace of a shadow.

For it is a fact--The Shadow Know!
And he hate to see the Bluebird Go!

Living not far from the Underground Railroad, I feel a brotherhood with the Groundhog, but I do not wish to be stuck in his tunnel and miss the song
and sight of the Bluebird come springtime. So in your meditation on Saturday---

Say a prayer for the Bluebird and me
that we may not become as a mole
and we may continue to sing and to see
Rather than stay stuck in a dark hole.

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio


From: "Norrie Franko" nfranko"at"vaxxine.com
Subject: I had to share this, we do not live in vain
Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2002 19:42:38 -0500

Through the Window Pane
By Connie Spittler
Riding the crest of a desert arroyo, our property becomes a pazzzgeway for wild life. We keep our eyes open for the animals and birds that come to visit. One season, a mother quail nested on the ground of our open atrium, where we could eavesdrop on her developing brood through the windowpanes.

When our Midwestern grandchildren came to visit, it was seven year old Hannah, who pressed her nose against the glass, and became resident companion to the mother quail. Hannah sat on the tile floor, guarding the nest from inside the house for long stretches of time. Whenever we wanted to find Hannah, we knew just where to look. I sat there a fair amount, finding the tranquil time often not available when grandkids' visits are brief and energy rides high. Sitting together and watching the quail family cast a special aura around us. We were inches away from the birds, yet we didn't frighten them, because of the glass that separated us. If we were still, if we were quiet, we could see the chicks bob and scratch around their mother, as they learned the ways of nature.

Hannah and I were watching together on the day the mother quail began to lead the chicks over the four inch ledge, out into the desert. Hop. Skip. Up and over. Hop. Skip and over. Each little bird did the calisthenics required to leave the protected nest, and proceeded to conquering the unknown. The mother called to each one softly, offering encouragement. All went according to the designated plan, until the turn of the tiniest chick. The little bird hopped again and again, but couldn't make it over the concrete ledge to reach the rest of the family. The height was too great. The mother coaxed and cajoled, than finally abandoned the last bird in the window well, to care for the rest of the youngsters, who foraged for seeds nearby. Hannah and I listened to the heartbreaking cheeping sounds of the forlorn, feathered babe. We were upset too. I'd been told that once quail leave the nest, they do not come back, but I didn't want to share this information with Hannah. I knew she expected me to solve the problem. Her eyes held mine, searching for my answer.

Then I did have an idea. I grabbed a sturdy piece of heavy cardboard, and explained the plan to Hannah. We hurried outside with the makeshift material. I let Hannah slip the ramp into place for the last chick, angling it to present an easy slope to the top of the ledge. We quickly retreated back to the inner window.

When the little bird scrabbled up the cardboard and scooted out to join the others, we sighed in relief. It was a matter of cardboard and common knowledge, sympathy and simple wisdom.

The words of a poem by Emily Dickinson came to mind and we went to the bookshelf and found her words. Now the lines could be understood in a new light, for Hannah and for me.

"Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."

On that sunny desert morning, my granddaughter Hannah and I had not lived in vain.


Date: Wed, 01 May 2002 15:15:08 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Just Ask!

Friends and Neighbors of the Cavity Nesters!

Now please listen up here for a second. The thing I do is this: I photograph birds and then I take naps, in that order. I am busy as a little bee playing with my cameras shooting birds and having a ball here on my place I affectionately call Belly Acre Farms Unlimited. But I can't do it all. So some of you are going to have to join me and get that old rusty Kodak box or baby brownie out of the closet and get busy having a good time. In the meantime if you want one of my snapshots attached to an email--for heavens sake just ask and I will get one off to you right away within a day or so. Just tell me what shot you want. Now I know about 6 of you are saying, yeah but what happened to my last request I made(well, I'm trying, I'm trying--some of your orders were such a challenge--the way I like).

So here is the deal, if you want an image of mine, until you take you own, just send me your specific request of what you want and I will attach to your personal E-mail. If I don't have the shot you need, I will skip a nap and go out and shoot it.

Why am I doing this? Cause I want too--I was an only child and we have a reputation for doing as we please. The real reason is pay back time for the many friendships I treasure here associated with the bluebird list--the best group of non-animal types I have ever met on the Internet--no doubt about it. Well the Wendell Long Institute group is better, but they are many of the same people--so I can't count twice!

Please be specific in your request and if you already have an order in, ok to repeat it in case I lost it or something! No Cost to You of course! I do this for myself. So that when you write back and tell me how wonderful I am, I can show the Bride! That really fixes her good, I am here to say and keeps me out of her hair too. She introduced me to birds, so just blame her, it's all her fault that I am the way I am. But when I met her and learned there were real live angels in the world, I was never the same man again. Please, don't let her know I said that, she is very shy. And that is the truth.

The Bluebird of Happiness flew my way
But she said that since all is so temporary
She was sorry, but that she could not stay
So she would just sing her song for awhile
Build a nests and watch the kids at play

She promised their return next May
For a visit to see their old home place
And recall the good times of yesterday
I knew how she loved life's only race
Where the winners prize is style and grace!

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio

PS: May you have a special May Day!


Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 16:37:42 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: Season of Blue

Sure was tied up in May--got stuck in May Pole Dancing Season and just got released Saturday. Hardly enough time to talk with the Bluebirds. But, had a chance to chat with the Bluebird this morning for awhile. He wondered why I was so chipper this time of year. He could understand the Chipping Sparrow but he had no clue as to what was happening to me; I told him, but as usual I think he knew.

Season of Blue
by Wendell Long

My Spirit lifts with the Bluebird's return
and the Sun shines, even with no reason
For Far Away Places, I no longer yearn,
when I hear the song of the Bluebird season

He always knocks at the front door
making certain I am no reflection
Tells me he needs a room 4X4
and plans a family of Blue perfection

He never fails to keep his sacred promise
one would wonder if he is Nostradamus
Sure enough in only a short while
He seems to take on a special smile

And there she sits his lovely bride
while he perches high in the tree
He feels a great sense of pride
knowing He Is now a Father to be

Yes, the Season Blue is confirming Life
but next autumn I will have to know
What caused the return of strife
Is it real or my failure to learn to let go?

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio


From: Shane Marcotte marco50"at"bellsouth.net
Subject: Ivory Billed Woodpecker
Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 20:10:39 -0400

You're out there, I know,
Perched high above
Soft stagnant waters,
In sunlight and shadow,
With your own goals in mind.
Close to two feet tall
Of tightly-focused feathers,
Each thought that you have
Is punctuated, underlined,
And hammered home twice.
White line on your cheek,
Red cap on your head,
Like an ancient warrior come
Out of vast forgotten tracts
And silent southern places.
I know you're not pileated,
That the game that you play
Is no more than the grail bird
You have surely become:
Sought after in quests; unfound.
Send down a double tap,
Proud seeker of shadows,
Then flit away, always away,
So that hope stays alive,
All wrapped up in wonder.

Samuel A. Southworth


Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 10:50:17 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: An Odd Ode to a Bluebird

An Ode to a Blue Back

I asked the bluebird
why he turned his back on me
He said he was not at his best
as the fledglings left the nest
They flew into a new spring
And he lost his spirit to sing

So he turned and pretended
that he was falling asleep
For on their special day,
he did not want one to see him weep
They would find their way all alone
while discovering an unturned stone.

So away from home they flew
As they did he somehow knew
I was sneaking from my blind
To photograph him from behind.

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio
July 13, 2002

PS: Boy, it takes lots of guts to print such silly stuff ;-) For my
photograph of the real bird click the following:

http://hometown.aol.com/lkingsimplew/index.html 


Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 22:08:01 -0400
From: Wendell Long mrsimple"at"go-concepts.com
Subject: The Grace of The Bluebird

I was asking my pal, the bluebird, how he was going to spend the winter. He told me he had decided to remain close at hand rather than join his relatives, friends and other snowbirds on the trail leading to warm Miami. I thought it was unusual for such a decision when all he had to do was take wing south and spend a very comfortable season basking in the sun, so I ask him to explain this rather confusing behavior when compared to many other species who migrated to southern climates. "Well, you see it is this way", he went on to point out: "For many years I spent an entire winter season in a warm comfortable area and returned north in May. And it was very nice but something happened to make this winter different. When I came back this last spring I noticed those who remained up here were wearing a more lush and deeper royal blue coat than I. This was not just a slight difference in texture, warmth and beautiful color, but rather a significant difference, a dramatic difference easily noticed. It was obvious to me that I had traded comfort for a second class coat and I didn't like my appearance when I looked in the looking glass. But that alone by no means made me reach the decision to stay north. The real reason had to do with the little twin baby bluebirds born this summer and who lived down the lane near the big mansion on the hill. One day in late August the spoiled brat of a kid, who was home from military boarding school for a short stay with his parents, became very bored with life in
the slow lane and decided he would take matters in his own hands whereupon he took his bb gun and proceeded to shoot and kill the father and mother of the twins. I was perched nearby and saw it happen with my own eyes--a sight I shall never forget. Naturally the twins were beside themselves,
frightened, hungry and broken in spirit. What choice did we have but to take them into our own nest with our four children and try as best we could to nurture and care for them. It is now beginning to get cold already here and it is only mid October. I could not see myself sunning on the beach in Miami and my wondering how Punch and Judy(the twin's names) were doing back in cold Ohio, so I decided to stay here. I know it will not be easy but life is difficult and no one promised me an easy flight pattern. But we do have good neighbors on the other side of our place and they learned we were staying the winter and that we were caring for the twins and do you know what they did? Well I tell you it floored me. They went out and bought Punch and Judy a brand new sheepskin lined fur coat in preparation for the long cold winter ahead. In addition they gave us a potato sack filled with raisins! Now you talk about good neighbors!"

Well, I was very moved when the bluebird finished answering my question and I ask him if I could do anything to help. He told me they needed nothing more at this time but he wondered if I could talk to the little boy who shot and killed the twins parents and to tell him that they were being taken care of and for him not to worry about them. He wanted me to go on and tell the little boy that they forgave him for they knew somehow his spirit would carry the scarred memory of those shots for the rest of his life and that they were very sorry he did that to himself at such an early age.

May we all be open to the deep forgiveness and Amazing Grace of The Bluebird.

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio


From: "Dottie, Hickory Hollow, Brown County, Indiana" yumyumkatts"at"voyager.net
Subject: Bluebird Thought
Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 09:26:09 -0500

Many of the birds go south cheerfully, indifferently, but the bluebirds seem to linger sadly and lovingly, and to feel that the migration is an enforced exile from the home they love best.

From a friend's calendar.

Dottie, Hickory Hollow
Brown County, Indiana


From: "Jim McLochlin" bluebirdbox"at"cox.net
Subject: FW: "Sorrow's Choice" (a bluebird poem)
Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 20:00:08 -0600

Samuel sent this to me after seeing his Ivory-Bill Woodpecker poem make it into the Best Of... With his permission I am sending on to the list. I am certain it will end up in the Best Of... Under the poems and music classification
(see http://audubon-omaha.org/bbbox/bestofbbml/musabout.htm )

Jim McLochlin
Omaha, NE

-----Original Message-----
From: SASouth"at"aol.com [mailto:SASouth"at"aol.com]
Sent: Monday, January 13, 2003 11:40 AM
Subject: "Sorrow's Choice" (a bluebird poem)

Sorrow's Choice

In a time of grief I thought all alone
"If I were a bird, what would that be?"
Then listening heard a speaking stone
And hearing then a talking tree.

"Choose a raven! Evermore!"
Said the stone dressed all in black
"Select a dove, to underscore,
Faith and hope," the tree said back.

Trees and stones may think they know
But just one being can say the word
That scatters every darkling crow
And leads us to that bluest bird.

I'll wait beside the singing brook
And echo the melting ice's moan
For the one true avian that took
My sorry heart and led it home.

Samuel A. Southworth
January 13, 2003
NYC


Date: Sun, 09 Feb 2003 07:04:34 -0600
From: Kate Arnold bbnestbox"at"1starnet.com
Subject: Wings of Blue

I thought I would share this with my friends on Bluebird-L

Wings of Blue
Dedicated to Keith and Sandy Kridler, and their own fledgling Shawn

On a gloomy day I hear a call,
and a bluebird flies into view,
So soon I feel my spirits lift,
borne upward on wings of blue.

Now he claims a sturdy nestbox,
that one whose plans I drew,
And before long entices a pretty young bird
with a flash of those wings of blue.

As days pass, I find a treasure indeed,
five little eggs so new.
In a few short weeks they will carry life's dreams
aloft on wings of blue.

Year after year I watch that pair;
each season my hopes renew,
As again I see life hopes and dreams
carried skyward on wings of blue.

Old Mr. Bluebird, I saw that young male
take the nestbox away from you,
And now he will catch a pretty bird's eye,
with a wave of those wings so blue.

So soon you'll soar through heaven's gates
please take my prayers with you!
And when at last I enter there,
I'll be watching for wings of blue.

With five little eggs in the nestbox again,
the cycle begins anew,
As life's hopes and wishes are carried with mine,
ever upward on wings of blue.

Kate Arnold ...



Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2003 20:25:46 -0500
Subject: Bluebird Poem in memory of Betty Nichols
From: Terrance H Bennett thbkab"at"juno.com

Hi folks ,
I thought this poem that my 12 yr. old niece wrote would be a special reminder of Betty's love for bluebirds!
Kathy Bennett

Beautiful bluebird, sing me a song,
A song that holds a wonderful throng.
Big eyed bluebird for me you'll sing,
And with that chirp comes a warm-hearted ring.
Sleeping bluebird, shhh, don't wake,
And in the night thy soul shall take,
My wonderful song you sang for me.
And in the morning, on my windowsill, the bluebird, I shall
see.

Emily Singer


Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 22:04:08 -0400
Subject: FW: Dover
From: "Haleya Priest" mablue"at"gis.net

Haleya Priest Amherst MA
Did anyone else receive this Message? Is there an answer? Is this a valid email?
----------
From: "Oleh Pszenyczniak" Oleh.Pszenyczniak"at"uk.intervoice.com
To: MaBlue"at"gis.net
Subject: Dover
Date: Tue, 19:08 AM

Dear Madam,

I wonder if you would be kind enough to settle a debate I have had with one of my work colleagues. He maintains that there are not now, nor has there been at any time in the past, any bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, or for that matter any other part of the British Isles. If this is in fact the case then one of our most famous songs of World War 2 would be a flight of fancy and the highly respected singer darling of the forces, Vera Lynn, would be singing nonsense. I look forward to your reply.

Thank You


From: "ke4fej1" ke4fej1"at"email.msn.com
Subject: Re: Dover
Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 22:09:29 -0400

Hi Haleya, It seems I read somewhere ...that there really are NO BBs over the white cliffs of Dover...but I don't know where it was written.......but I did either hear it on TV in the past 3-4 months.... or read it ..in all the BB info I have been finding.... it was just that it made a good rhyme to a song...or something. So I do not know the ....Truth......I got the idea that it was true statement. It was something I wanted to check out in my spare time.

Christy Sarasota, FL


From: "Fawzi P. Emad femad <at> fpemad <dot> com
Subject: Re: Dover
Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 22:53:35 -0400

A quick search results in the following quote:

There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Someday, just you wait and see
There'll be blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Someday, when the world is free.

The song went on to promise,

The shepherd will tend his sheep
And the meadow will bloom again,
And Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again.
There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Someday, when the world is free.

This article is at: http://www.uc.summit.nj.uua.org/Sermons/DEB/951001.html which turns out to be from a sermon (I do not belong to any religious organization!)

Fawzi Emad in Laytonsville, Maryland ...


Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 23:33:10 EDT
From: "Rwatts" rwatts"at"mymailstation.com
Subject: Re:FW: Dover

No, I didn't receive the Message, but I know of no bluebird as such in England. In fact, I read somewhere that they were first called "blue robins" because their character is much like that of the European/English robin.

As far as I know the "White Cliffs of Dover" was using the "bluebird of happiness" image.

There *is* at least one lovely blue bird in England, though--the blue tit. Looks for all the world like a blue and yellow chickadee, and they are *darling*! I was working in my host's home office last year, and happened to see what I am sure was the pair of adult tits with a couple of fledgelings, teaching them to look for insects on the mossy tile roof right outside the window. Entrancing!

Rhonda Watts
Wilton, N.H.


From: "Jim McLochlin" bluebirdbox"at"cox.net
Subject: FW: Bluebirds
Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 20:37:44 -0500

Can anyone help with this one? I searched Best of... and came up empty.

Jim McLochlin
Omaha, NE
..

-----Original Message-----
From: marganne meiklem [mailto:marganne"at"netvisao.pt]
Sent: Thursday, July 31, 2003 4:15 AM
Subject: Bluebirds

Dear Bluebirds,

I'm looking for a song "I Wish You Bluebirds in the Sky........ But most of all, I wish you love." Do you think I can find it!!! Can you help?

Thanks,
Marganne.


Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 21:46:28 -0400
From: dean sheldon seedbed"at"accnorwalk.com
Subject: Re: FW: Bluebirds

GOOGLE IT: AND GO THERE AND IN THE SEARCH SPACE PUT: SONG TITLE "I WISH YOU LOVE." You'll get several entries (including one with lyrics) to that old  Natalie Cole ballad...dean


From: Catsham"at"aol.com
Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 22:09:46 EDT
Subject: Bluebird song lyrics I WISH YOU LOVE

For those of you whose curiosity was peaked by that last request, here are the lyrics to that beautiful, if not melancholy song! I wish you love

Goodbye,

No use leading with our chins
This is where our story ends
Never lovers, ever friends...

Goodbye,
Let our hearts call it a day
But before you walk away
I sincerely want to say...

I wish you bluebirds in the Spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss,
But more than this,
I wish you love!

And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health,
And more than wealth,
I wish you love!

My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never ever be
So with my best,
My very best,
I set you free!

I wish you shelter from the storm
A cozy fire to keep you warm
But most of all,
But most of all...
When snowflakes fall,
I wish you wealth
I wish you health...
I wish you love!

A0

Written by: A. A. Beach & C. Trenet


Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 22:51:52 -0400
Subject: Re: Bluebirds
From: "Haleya Priest" mablue"at"gis.net

One of my favorite songs! Jose Feliciano sings it:

"..........I wish you bluebirds in the spring to give your heart a song to sing, and then a kiss but more than this, I wish you love........"

He really belts out the ".......I wish you bluebirds in the spring.." If you need a good cry - - have a listen! It's beautiful.

Title:
I Wish You Love
Trenet-Beach
Leeds Music Corp., ASCAP; 5/12/66...


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