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Mating Call

Song Lyric Sunday

Today’s theme is to post a duet. I’ve posted this one before, but it’s been at least a year.

When I was lonely, I used to sing this song in my backyard under the stars like bird calls to it’s mate. I believed my mate was out there somewhere, but I had no idea we’d already met.

 

 

Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another in that dream somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishin’ on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there, if love can see us through
Then we’ll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishin’ on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there, if love can see us through
Then we’ll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

Lyrics by James Horner, Cynthia Weil, Barry Mann • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

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“Freedom For the Stallion”

Song Lyric Sunday

I’m sharing two versions of this song from the early 1970s. “Freedom for the Stallion,” has a smooth sound and powerful lyrics written by Allen Toussaint. Here’s my favorite line, timely as ever:

Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way

 

 

 

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Burial Mounds on the Natchez Trace

 

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A song unheard by my ears

Called to my being

and invited me closer.

My friends would wait

As I walked toward the mounds

through itchy grass

wondering what bugs I might disturb

To nibble my ankles

And thinking sneakers

would have been better than sandals.

But I had not known the song would call me.

 

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They told me it was okay

not to come all the way

Because I was close enough

To feel the song.

They met me halfway

And I felt the energy of their spirits

 like a soft breeze

that raised the hair on my arms

yet the air was still.

 I danced to the spirit song

unheard by my ears

And for a moment,

I was free of the world.

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∞ ∞ ∞

 

As I was about to leave the site of the Pharr Mounds, I spied a dragon fly:

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It did not fly away as we got close, and I wondered if it was injured

or just reminding me to be still.

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Then, as we headed to the car, I found a single butterfly wing in the parking lot.

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A gift to help me remember my freedom.

 

My visit to the Pharr Mounds showed me that I do not have to work so hard to receive gifts. As our bodies slow, our awareness grows, and our spirits are more easily lifted.

I only saw a small portion of the Natchez Trace.  Just enough to wet my appetite. Next time, I’ll bring sneakers.