SAMANTHA'S SONG

Samantha’s Song

 

I’ve heard it said and have believed

since I was, oh I think about seven,

my grandma said , that when a bluebird sings

it’s a love song sent from heaven.

Samantha is a bluebird.

She has a lovely song.

I’ve often heard her singing

all day and all night long;

well, in the morning and the evening

and at mid-day off and on

when I’m outside in my garden

or in the meadow picking flowers,

I hear Samantha singing,

she sings for hours and hours.

To me, she is a blessing,

it seems in many ways.

She cheers up my lonely moments

and brings joy to my day.

She joins me on my walkabouts

or when I’m somewhere out there hiking,

I hear her song, Samantha’s song

and I think it delighting,

 the sweet song of a bluebird singing,

 there is joy in every note

and when I’m feeling empty

her song fills me with hope.

I know, it may not be the same bluebird

I’m hearing every time,

but the bluebird’s song is such delight

I claim the gift as mine,

a blessing sent from heaven

that brings joy to me;

 and to me, it is a blessing,

it’s just something I believe. that

Samantha’s song, that sweet, bluebird

that lives in the apple tree

and day after day, come rain or shine

sings her joyful notes for me,

sings to fill me with hope and happiness

when my days seem empty, long,

and oh, it truly gives me joy

to hear the bluebird’s song.

I’ve heard it said and have believed

since I was, oh I think about seven,

my grandma said , that when a bluebird sings

it’s a love song sent from heaven.

It’s what my grandma said.