Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then - oh, why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can't I?
this is one of my favorite songs, besides the other one with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...
where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops...
the kind of songs one can listen to no matter how you feel...if you're warm and comfortable and happy they only serve to make you warmer and comfortabl-er and happier...when you are miserable they make you feel the world's not such an unhappy place after all and you think of places with lullabies and bluebirds and dreams and feel just kind of happier and homier.
and unrequited love and income tax disappears into oblivion :)
dododo listen to the version by connie talbot as featured on gailgail's blog!
just chatted with bobo online. she's in glasgow now, SCOTLAND! oh how i want to visit scotland...ever since i read dancing peel by lorna hill, and learnt of it's landscape...the mystery and the mist and the lochs and the peaks. i want to be married there leh. or something. haha. anyways. maybe my honeymoon can be there. but i want paris also. strange, isn't it, that i love cities and i love nature as well? both possessive of beauty, but different types...
i bet i'll be dissapointed though. haha. when it's cold it will be too cold, and when hot way too hot...and it'll never be perfect, so the scotland i refer to is this scotland in my mind, which is somewhere between the real scotland this place i think of as heaven, and that knowledge i never will know until i get there.
and won't that be exciting...
where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops...
the kind of songs one can listen to no matter how you feel...if you're warm and comfortable and happy they only serve to make you warmer and comfortabl-er and happier...when you are miserable they make you feel the world's not such an unhappy place after all and you think of places with lullabies and bluebirds and dreams and feel just kind of happier and homier.
and unrequited love and income tax disappears into oblivion :)
dododo listen to the version by connie talbot as featured on gailgail's blog!
just chatted with bobo online. she's in glasgow now, SCOTLAND! oh how i want to visit scotland...ever since i read dancing peel by lorna hill, and learnt of it's landscape...the mystery and the mist and the lochs and the peaks. i want to be married there leh. or something. haha. anyways. maybe my honeymoon can be there. but i want paris also. strange, isn't it, that i love cities and i love nature as well? both possessive of beauty, but different types...
i bet i'll be dissapointed though. haha. when it's cold it will be too cold, and when hot way too hot...and it'll never be perfect, so the scotland i refer to is this scotland in my mind, which is somewhere between the real scotland this place i think of as heaven, and that knowledge i never will know until i get there.
and won't that be exciting...
:)
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