Dad's favorite singer was Canadian, Anne Murray. He really did love her. Perhaps his favorite song of hers was "Snowbird." The song appears on her album, "This Way Is My Way," 1969, and was released as a single in 1970. The song, written by songwriter Gene MacLellan, a prolific Canadian artist, was a good friend of Anne Murray's. I don't think I ever heard Dad mention Gene MacLellan.
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and
clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring
The unborn grass lies waiting
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring
When I was young my heart was young
then too
Anything that it would tell me
That's the thing that I would do
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life's
The thing that I can't win
Anything that it would tell me
That's the thing that I would do
But now I feel such emptiness within
For the thing that I want most in life's
The thing that I can't win
Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you
The breeze along the river seems to
say
That he'll only break my heart again
Should I decide to stay
So little snowbird take me with you
When you go
To that land of gentle breezes
Where the peaceful waters flow
That he'll only break my heart again
Should I decide to stay
So little snowbird take me with you
When you go
To that land of gentle breezes
Where the peaceful waters flow
Spread your tiny wings and fly away
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you.
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you.
I will
never forget a memory I had with Dad. We were in Denver. We were
visiting Aunt Gertrude or the Haases, and Dad called me to join him to go to
the store to get a paper and a beverage. Well, he bought sandwiches for
just he and I. He found a park and pulled over. He carried his
sandwiches and his encased radio to a picnic bench there at the park.
And he dialed his radio into a station that played Anne Murray's "Snowbird." He was in heaven. I'll never forget Dad's tone when he heard or commented on her voice: it was adoration. Anne Murray, a turkey sandwich, the local paper, and one of his devoted sons to keep him company.
I don't know if it matters or not, but Dad's sentiments of love seem to align with those of Gene MacLellan, particularly in this song, "I Just Want to Be Loved by You." I don't know if Anne Murray ever sang or recorded this song.
And he dialed his radio into a station that played Anne Murray's "Snowbird." He was in heaven. I'll never forget Dad's tone when he heard or commented on her voice: it was adoration. Anne Murray, a turkey sandwich, the local paper, and one of his devoted sons to keep him company.
I don't know if it matters or not, but Dad's sentiments of love seem to align with those of Gene MacLellan, particularly in this song, "I Just Want to Be Loved by You." I don't know if Anne Murray ever sang or recorded this song.
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