Birds and Railroads

When I was very little I heard ‘I’ve been working on the railroad’ and ’someone’s in the kitchen with dinah’ while being rocked to sleep. Although these are very fond memories I sing a different song to my daughter when I rock her to sleep. I have been doing this since day one. I sang it a lot when pregnant too. It is by Kilcher Jewel (Jewel’s mom), it is called this little bird.

This Little Bird
Theres a little bird
Somebody sent down to earth
To live along the wind
Blowing on the wind
And she sleeps on the wind
This little bird, somebody sent

Light and fragile
And feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
She flies so high up in the sky
Way out of reach of human eyes

Light and fragile
And feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
She flies so high up in the sky
Way out of reach of human eyes

Light and fragile
And feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
And the only time that she touches ground
Is when that little bird, little bird
Is when that little bird, little bird
Is when that little bird, little bird
Is when that little bird dies

Granted it’s kind of morbid but it is so very repetitive it seems to work every time.