Tell us your favorite "bird" song - Freeper Canteen - 17 April 2015

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[Kathy in Alaska]

The Mayor!!

[Zeneta]

Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe

Had to listen had no choice

My heart going boom boom boom "Son," he said "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

[Publius]

The Beatles: "Blackbird"

[pookie18]

Rivingtons-The Bird's The Word

Dee Dee Sharp-Do The Bird

[AZamericonnie]

Why hate to say it? It was the first one I started with on the thread then thought the Weather Report original was instrumental & changed it for appearance of the thread. :)

Weather Report - Birdland

[Kathy in Alaska]

job!!

[Publius]

Wings: "Bluebird"

[9thLife]

Fleetwood Mac’s Albatross is a goody.

[Kartographer]

Sammy Davis, Jr - “Keep Your Eye on the Sparrow”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrz_qowIIbQ

[Kathy in Alaska]

SMGFan!!

[Fiji Hill]

Chicken Blues--The Dominoes (1951)

[yarddog]

“May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose”.

“White Cliffs of Dover”

[Fiji Hill]

Turkey Hop--The Robins (1950)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Mac!!

[dfwgator]

The Alan Parsons Project (Featuring Colin Blunstone) - The Eagle Will Rise Again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPjroIXvC9s&list=RDxPjroIXvC9s

[Publius]

Al Jolson: "When the Red Red Robin Comes Bob-Bob-Bobbin' Along"

[Gay State Conservative]

And Your Bird Can Sing...John Lennon's send up of Jagger and his “bird”,Marianne Faithful...a young lady who could both sing *and* swing!

[Kartographer]

The Eagle’s Watch

In a quiet river valley,
Lies a green and peaceful place,
Where warriors come to rest,
Having honorably met their fates.

No more do they stand the watch
Their worthy service done,
They’ve passed their duties on
To other Fathers’ sons.

Yet flying high above them,
On silent wings spread wide,
Soars freedom’s embodiment
And a country’s sign of pride.

The mighty Eagle watches o’er all
And guards their well-earned rests.
For he like they, knows the feel
Of Freedom in his chest.

And though he does his best to guard
The fallen warriors’ sleep.
Still at times he grows so weary
And must rest his wings a-beat.

So slowly he glides his way
To where the fallen rest,
And there he bides his time a bit
Among the honored Vets.

And though he knows no words
Of the valiant warriors’ speech,
Still they communicate
In a way that words can’t reach.

Having communed with those who lie
Among the rows of stone,
The Eagle takes to flight again
And resumes his post alone.

In endless soaring circles,
He surely makes his rounds,
Guarding the fallen heroes
Who make this hallowed ground.

[Georgia Girl 2]

“Blackbird” The Beatles

[Fiji Hill]

The Greasy Chicken--Andre Williams & the Don Juans (1957)