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RECIPE FOR A SONG
Take a hand full of blue, from out of the sky,
Take the son of a bird, as he fly's by
Take the fragrance of roses on an April mom
And lo! A son is bom
Take the sigh of the leaves, as the wind passes through Take the flowers, in the meadow caressed by the dew Take the smile of two lovers, as they stroll arm in arm And lo! A song is bom
Take a star sprinkled heaven and a moon in its flight And the scent of jasmines on a summer night Take the song of the brook, as it flows along And lo! A song is bom
Take a baby shoe, and a rose that's pressed
And the memory of a wedding dress
Take the dreams of the years that have long passed on
And lo! A song is bom
FLY AWAY LOVE
There's a wee bird singing in the old elm tree I can tell by his song that he's lonely like me With a new mate no doubt, his love flew away I hope little bird she will fly back someday
I,	too had a love, but somehow it seems fate did not agree For along came a stranger and to my dismay, he took my love from me
So keep singing your song, I'll keep hoping my hope Perhaps fate will change her decree, and maybe your love will come back to you And my love will come back to me