Best Singing Poems

Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear...

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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music sweet
Rising higher and darting up with movements slick

In our ears, your song falls like peals of chiming bells
In clear crystalline...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny yellow,
rolled bales of hay.

	Pipers will play their part
	stirring each Scottish heart
	binding together a nation
	drenched with pride.
	"Scotland the Brave" is ringing,
	dancers...

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I Recall Mockingbirds Singing To Me

My life now so far away in the past
resting back in that glowing red sunset;
in lost memories where dreams always last
wishing for lost time, I can never get.

As fading shadows dance in bonfire's glow
I recall mockingbirds singing to me;
precious gifts...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see me running

fancy free between the rain drops,

I cried 'Excelsior!' and set the hills alive;

I skittered, happy, crisp and clear, 

like...

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With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love

Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent...

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I heard a bird singing
As I was on my way
It led direction for me
As it took my breath away

It warbled cheerfully,
From a tree above the snow
It spread its song gleefully,
What kind of bird, I wanted to know

I heard a bird singing
Its melody surrounded me
I turned...

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Flowers in her hair
Mum shed a tear!
Long  White Dress 
Beautiful Princess!
Flowing Silk,Honey Milk!
Back Bare , Pearls to wear
Pure Fresh Air everywhere.
Tops and Tails
Bow is Black
Father tapping on Son's back,
Serene Sunny day
Candles all the way,
French Champagne
White Pigeons
on the Window Pane,
Daffodils Carnations
Congratulations  Celebrations,
Two Hearts ...

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It was raining and all were feeling blue. Writer’s block wasn’t helping…
What was I to do? Suddenly… in popped the Possum of Possibilities!
Then a most peculiar thing, my mind had lots of ideas. Boy it did sing!
How did he do it? Do I really care?...

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As the snowdrops nod happily when you kissed my soul warmly love
laughing in the cold spring air so stirringly beautiful flutters wings of a dove 
 
The daffodils yawn awakening to new life or so it seems 
sun beams smile inside a thousand songs sweetly...

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I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He lives a simple life
Wondering if tomorrow
will bring the sorrows and worries
A small place to stay, together
with his old and sick mother 
Food on the table to day
but what about tomorrow


I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He...

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I am a butterfly that loves to sing,                                     ...

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I know of a lass by the name of Kelly McGower 
Who would sing like an angel when she took a shower. 
But when she finished and came out of the rain, 
It seems that her talents would wash down the drain. 
And if she...

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An artist paints a picture out of darkness 
from the seven colours of sunshine's sparkle

Divine beauties bridge over this promise made real 
ocean waves unfolding white steeds galloping to shore

Kissed by the sand salted footprints remain begging 
as the stream flows down a mountain faced...

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My choir director
                    is a painter
    a music stand her easel
            ...

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