Thursday, June 17, 2010

Amy's happiness






As Monty Python was apt to say, "And now for something completely different."

Recently Amy Barton of Hardin Valley helped a pair of Eastern bluebirds raise their family. The experience kindled the memory of a song her grandmother used to sing to her. For Amy's complete story go to this week's farragutpress.

The "Bluebird of Happiness" composed by Sandor Harmati and Edward Heyman in 1934.

Are only different in name
For they are treated just the same by Fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear
We're never sure what's in store
So learn your lesson before it is too late.
So be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so, remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.
The poet with his pen
The peasant with his plow
It makes no difference who you are
It's all the same somehow.
The king upon his throne
The jester at his feet
The artist, the actress
The man on the street.
It's a life of smiles
And a life of tears
It's a life of hope
And a life of fears.
A blinding torrent of rain
And a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing pain
And bubbling, sparkling fun.
And no matter what you have
Don't envy those you meet,
It's all the same, it's in the game
The bitter and the sweet.
And if things don't look so cheerful
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness
There's a little bit of light.
For every bit of hatred
There's a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning
There's a midnight moon above.
So don't you forget
You must search
Till you find the bluebird.
You will find peace
And contentment forever
If you will . . .
Be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.
Thanks, Amy.

1 comment:

RB said...

The song you mention was composted for legendary operatic tenor Jan Peerce and became his signature song. Next only to an Enrico Caruso recording, it was for many years probably until the "Three Tenors" got together the best second best selling recording ever made by an operatic singer. "The man and the mighty king" are beggar left out of your first paragaph of the lyrics. Starting it with "Are only different in name" doesn't make much sense.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IERLMXtMZag