All I know she sang a little while and then flew on
Tell me all that you know
I'll show you
snow and rain
If you hear that same sweet song again,will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passing by
Laugh in the sunshine
Sing,cry in the dark
Fly through the night
Birds of Passage
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair,
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,
And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.
This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime,
From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.
George J Carroll
Poem by twentieth century writer
Earliest use of the Bluebird of Happiness
“And in the valley beneath the mountains of my youth,
lies the river of my tears.
As it wends its way to the ocean of my dreams,
so long ago they have gone.
And yet, if I were but to think anew,
would these dreams evaporate in my mind
and become the morning dew
upon a supple rose whose beauty is enhanced
with these glistening drops,
as the sun of life peeks o’er the mountains
when youth was full.
Then I must not supply this endless fountain
that creates the river of my tears
but look beyond those mountains
where the bluebird of happiness flies.”
on The Beatles Blackbird
"you were only waiting for this moment to arise" was about, you know, the black people's struggle in the southern states, and I was using the symbolism of a blackbird. It's not really about a blackbird whose wings are broken, you know, it's a bit more symbolic.