...Lily of the Valley line my garden walk.
Oh don't you wish that you could hear them ring?
That can happen only when the fairies sing.
Oh don't you wish that you could hear them ring?
That can happen only when the fairies sing.
Whenever I see lily of the valley, I think of my mom. These and lilacs are her favorite smelling flowers. I think of sitting in a canoe with my mom and sister in the middle of Many Point Lake on a foggy morning, hearing the eerie sound of loons, hoping to catch a glimpse of one, singing the white coral bell song in a round over and over again. Of course, we learned the song from my mom.For the first time in my life, I have lily of the valley lining the path to my door! I have this song and memory in my head constantly.
2 comments:
this post was so poetic...lovely.
I was singing that song in my car today, all by
myself! It came to me out of the blue. I
learned White Coral Bells as a child,
and learned to play it on the piano at a
young age. Moments ago, I looked up the
plant by the same name. Somewhat disappointing.
But Lily of the Valley is a pretty, sweet-smelling
spring flower. I plan on teaching the song to my
wee granddaughter who loves to sing. She is only
2-1/2 and sings herself to sleep at night.
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