Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Challenge -- Bits of Inspiration ~ Nightingale


I always loved Patti Page's rendition of Mocking Bird Hill.

Mocking Bird Under Your Window

I'm the mocking bird under your window
I'm singing my song to you, my sweet love
Tra la la, my dear love, won't you come down

If I were a boy I'd throw some pebbles
Their rippling effect on your window pane
An age old song there, whispers it's sweet song

Either way I'm singing my song, again
Again and again, until you come down
I'll hold you and kiss you, we'll kiss 'til morn

We will kiss until morning, feel our love
That love will be throbbing, throb in our hearts
Mocking bird I am, singing you my love

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- Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved;
- Photo from Susie Clevenger post, her from Wikipedia (below--http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/83/Luscinia_megarhynchos_Istria_01.jpg/800px-Luscinia_megarhynchos_Istria_01.jpg)

- I'm linked with Susie Clevenger at the Real Toads, Bits of Inspiration ~ Nightingale (link)

- Susie tells some things I didn't know about the Nightingale, then asked "What is your nightingale song?* Please write a new poem for the challenge..."

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- *My favorite Mockingbird song is Mocking Bird Hill, here are the lyrics:
(Do you remember the song?  Patti Page singing it?)

Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill

When the sun in the morning
Peeps over the hill,
And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness
When I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill

When it's late in the evening,
I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky -- and an old whippoorwill
Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockingbird's trill
Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill

Tra-la-la, twiddly-dee-dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill


( http://www.songlyrics.com/page-patti/mockin-bird-hill-lyrics/ )

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7 Comments:

At Wednesday, October 29, 2014 9:54:00 PM, Blogger Hannah said...

Such a musical feel to this, Jim...beautiful work. :)

 
At Wednesday, October 29, 2014 11:53:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

Hello, Dr & Mrs Jim :) Happy Birhday, Dr Jim!

 
At Thursday, October 30, 2014 9:15:00 AM, Blogger Susan said...

Yes, I remember! And this one is sweet too, expecially form and then comparing song to pebbles.

 
At Thursday, October 30, 2014 10:21:00 AM, OpenID whimsygizmo said...

Love the image of those pebbles.

 
At Thursday, October 30, 2014 4:13:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

I remember the song...loved it. A beautiful love poem...i too like thinking of pebbles as a song rippling against the window.

 
At Saturday, November 01, 2014 1:01:00 PM, Blogger Grace said...

This is a sweet response Jim ~ I love it and belated happy birthday to you ~

 
At Monday, November 03, 2014 10:12:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

young boys throw pebbles, and smart young men sing or recite poetry to woo instead. :)

 

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