Because I am otherwise absorbed today, following up on some of your wonderful suggestions (and all of them were good... thanks :), I am going to ask a question instead of writing a long post.
I have always sung a song my mother made up for me when I was a baby, which she took from a few lines in a favorite storybook of ours. It roughly translates to:
"May the sun always shine, And the sky be bright; May mothers always smile And may I always Be."
I was going to say a "bushel and a peck" too! My grandma sang that to me too. I also liked, "Here's comes Peter Cotton Tail." Doesn't have to be Easter for that little song in my book.
I sang Bobby McFerrin's "Sightless Bird", my son didn't appreciate it though. Interestingly it was my husband who sang to our son the most. He made up songs. Very sweet.
I made up a song for each of them and sang it to them, along with whatever else I felt like singing. But the made-up ones were their earliest soundtracks.
i sang to MQ all the time when she was a baby. some favorites for calming were: Borning Cry I love You Lord Anthem (from the musical Chess) Braham's Lullaby Sweet Baby James
There's a little Quaker song: Be like a bird Who, halting in her flight Feel a limb too slight Give way beneath her Yet sings SINGS Knowing she has wings Sings SINGS Knowing she has wings
My kids had a running list that they began to request as toddlers: Sweet Baby James - James Taylor Full Moon Full of Love - K.D. Lang B-side; 10 x 4; and One Man Guy - Loudon Wainwright III Crazy - Patsy Cline So many more!
I have no idea why, but I sung this song to my first born son all the time lol
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow In an English country garden? We'll tell you now of some that we know Those we miss you'll surely pardon Daffodils, heart's ease and phlox Meadowsweet and lady smocks Gentian, lupin and tall hollyhocks Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots In an English country garden
How many insects come here and go In an English country garden? We'll tell you now of some that we know Those we miss you'll surely pardon Fireflies, moths and bees Spiders climbing in the trees Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze There are snakes, ants that sting And other creeping things In an English country garden
How many songbirds fly to and fro In an English country garden? We'll tell you now of some that we know Those we miss you'll surely pardon Bobolink, cuckoo and quail Tanager and cardinal Bluebird, lark, thrush and nightingale There is joy in the spring When the birds begin to sing In an English country garden
When I was pregnant, I sang whatever I was listening to on the radio... When my boys were little, I sang "You are my Sunshine".
ReplyDeleteJoni Mitchell's Circle Game, Chelsea Morning, or Both Sides Now.
ReplyDeletei sang what i sang to them in utero:
ReplyDeletebaby beluga by raffi
closer to you by the carpenters
colors of the wind from mulan
Love me tender ;) or cant help falling in love...
ReplyDeleteIn fact just love songs... a thousand love songs...
Love to you, M
I have always sung a song my mother made up for me when I was a baby, which she took from a few lines in a favorite storybook of ours. It roughly translates to:
ReplyDelete"May the sun always shine,
And the sky be bright;
May mothers always smile
And may I always Be."
It's quite simple, but it means the world to me.
I too sang a song I made up--words to the tune of Brahms' lullaby.
ReplyDeleteNight to day, day to night,
watch the moon and the stars come out
to shine, oh so bright
on your sweet sleeping face.
Sleep, baby, sleep, safe in Mama's warm arms,
Sleep, baby sleep, Mama holds you so tight.
I sang hymns. And -
ReplyDeleteI love you
a bushel and a peck
a bushel and a peck
and a hug around the neck.
It's what my grandmother sang to me.
Tons of songs.
ReplyDeleteBut I was stuck on Paper Moon for Patience.
It seems...prophetic or telling or something, now.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
ReplyDeleteTake these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
i sang anything and everything. It's the voice that's important, not the song.
ReplyDeletei sang Favorite Things a lot. We sang Oooh Child, some Joni.
ReplyDeleteI sang lots of songs but the one that was steadfast for all three was 'Til There Was You by the Beatles.
ReplyDeleteThere were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No I never heard them at all
'Til there was you
etc.
etc.
I was going to say a "bushel and a peck" too! My grandma sang that to me too. I also liked, "Here's comes Peter Cotton Tail." Doesn't have to be Easter for that little song in my book.
ReplyDeleteI sang Bobby McFerrin's "Sightless Bird", my son didn't appreciate it though. Interestingly it was my husband who sang to our son the most. He made up songs. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteI made up a song for each of them and sang it to them, along with whatever else I felt like singing. But the made-up ones were their earliest soundtracks.
ReplyDeleteI can't sing. I'd probably recite poems instead.
ReplyDeleteI'll sing about the moonlight on a grass field, filled with small silver and gold moths.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, with both kids, the only song I could remember all the words to was the theme to WKRP in Cincinnati.
ReplyDeleteI made up songs for my newborn...they were precious to me, like he was...but not worth sharing. :)
ReplyDeletei sang to MQ all the time when she was a baby. some favorites for calming were:
ReplyDeleteBorning Cry
I love You Lord
Anthem (from the musical Chess)
Braham's Lullaby
Sweet Baby James
There's a little Quaker song:
ReplyDeleteBe like a bird
Who, halting in her flight
Feel a limb too slight
Give way beneath her
Yet sings SINGS
Knowing she has wings
Sings SINGS
Knowing she has wings
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird. Not sure if that's the name, but you know the one I mean?
ReplyDeleteYummy would sing Annie's Song if we have a daughter... ;)
ReplyDeleteYou don't know where you've brought me with this question Chani!
Phil Collins Groovy Kind of love was No 1 when my son was born, so i sang it all the time!
ReplyDeleteI would make it up as I go along between tears of gratitude.
ReplyDeleteHow mushy is that?
and.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful question. how unusual.
I love it.
My kids had a running list that they began to request as toddlers:
ReplyDeleteSweet Baby James - James Taylor
Full Moon Full of Love - K.D. Lang
B-side; 10 x 4; and One Man Guy - Loudon Wainwright III
Crazy - Patsy Cline
So many more!
I have no idea why, but I sung this song to my first born son all the time lol
ReplyDeleteHow many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Daffodils, heart's ease and phlox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentian, lupin and tall hollyhocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots
In an English country garden
How many insects come here and go
In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Fireflies, moths and bees
Spiders climbing in the trees
Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze
There are snakes, ants that sting
And other creeping things
In an English country garden
How many songbirds fly to and fro
In an English country garden?
We'll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you'll surely pardon
Bobolink, cuckoo and quail
Tanager and cardinal
Bluebird, lark, thrush and nightingale
There is joy in the spring
When the birds begin to sing
In an English country garden
Weird right lol
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The Song Longer by Dan Fogelberg....and the Beatles, the White Album....over and over....
ReplyDelete"Our House"
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