Stand Fast, Sisters!

Lest we forget, in this time of raucous voices raised in scorn and derision,  that precious and so vital sound of sisters singing in sweet harmony. . . .

 

And by the way, a little riff on an old favorite lyric, just because.

In the deep dark woods,
Way up in the trees,
Where you can’t never see them
Hiding up in the leaves,
Oh, the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

They don’t be caring
If you listen or not,
Ain’t singing to you, anyway.
Uh-huh, the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

They be sing just because they want to.
They be singing Just because they can.
They be singing just to be singing.
They be singing all day long
Yes, the littlest birds sing the pretties songs.

They don’t be caring
if you listen or not,
Ain’t singing to you, anyway.
Don’t the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

Author: WOL

My burrow, "La Maison du Hibou Sous Terre" is located on the flatlands of West Texas where I live with my computer, my books, and a lot of yarn waiting to become something.

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