tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post7993991086572928796..comments2024-03-28T03:36:27.942-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: For A SongEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-73080380047750709182016-03-08T22:31:00.373-06:002016-03-08T22:31:00.373-06:00I cannot sing... but that does not stop me. I love...I cannot sing... but that does not stop me. I love to sing even if I am severely off key. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-31743101657129147172016-03-07T22:03:29.145-06:002016-03-07T22:03:29.145-06:00I love singing, BUT, it does not mean singing love...I love singing, BUT, it does not mean singing loves me :) You are so right, music does make us feel good, and very joyful too! :)betchaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04754061874315713589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-14682403902759987132016-03-05T14:24:15.608-06:002016-03-05T14:24:15.608-06:00I sang The Unicorn Song to my babies. Ol' Man ...I sang The Unicorn Song to my babies. Ol' Man River is a strong song. Whatever works.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-83357882616617622292016-03-05T14:22:05.480-06:002016-03-05T14:22:05.480-06:00Togetherness. That was the first word that popped ...Togetherness. That was the first word that popped into my head. I like it.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-10273152501369895902016-03-04T23:04:54.809-06:002016-03-04T23:04:54.809-06:00I used to sing our babies to sleep with "OL&#...I used to sing our babies to sleep with "OL' Man River" while carrying them back and forth in the kitchen. Recently my daughter in Chicago wrote me that she'd gone to hear a baritone sing from "Showboat" and other musicals, but felt "unaccountably sleepy" during "Ol' Man River". You never know where a song's influence ends. Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-70119496234961623302016-03-04T19:16:57.164-06:002016-03-04T19:16:57.164-06:00I sing along all the time, but mostly it's in ...I sing along all the time, but mostly it's in the car and often Grenville joins in. On long road trips we listen to oldies and country songs and sing along to both.Beatrice P. Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08281239556392874979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-88674746033993890452016-03-04T16:42:37.548-06:002016-03-04T16:42:37.548-06:00I like to think that the music inside them just ha...I like to think that the music inside them just has to come out so they hum. I am glad you see this. You have a happy street.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-92161745597362143452016-03-04T10:56:38.299-06:002016-03-04T10:56:38.299-06:00Songs elate the spirit, definitely. What I was thi...Songs elate the spirit, definitely. What I was thinking about only yesterday was: here in Berlin I see a lot of people humming to themselves, in the street. Nice humming, but in other cities I didn't notice that. Query: as they can't sing out of boredom - are they singing to protect themselves from overflow? Or out of joy? Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com