EVA CASSIDY
Miss Sunshine was her sobriquet, and she the golden child
All through her happy infant days she wore that winning smile
She loved the colors nature gave, but sensitive and shy
She suffered from the thoughtlessness of some at junior high.
So music was her salvation, she practiced all the while
And breathed new life into sad songs with unique wondrous style
And harmony came naturally, in shades of dark and light
As with her paintings and her song she kept her spirit bright.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
Then morphine -laced to ease her pain and lifted to her chair
She sang out What A Wonderful World and left pure magic there
Adored by friends and family, her last performed goodbye
She graced the notes with perfect pitch and heard her angels cry.
She never got that little house, dreamed of, by ocean's roar
She never sang out to the seas from treasured golden shore
The brigade choir out of sight down some yellow brick road
Sings clear with Eva clothed in white, in Toto's fields of gold.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
INSPIRED BY FACTS FROM THE BOOK - EVA CASSIDY- SONGBIRD
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT.
ON YOUTUBE - VALLEY OF THE NIGHTINGALES, LOUIS SPENCE
THANK YOU.
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