Blackbird Fly

Let a girl wax melancholic for a moment, will you?

For some reason the Beatles have always touched a chord with me (maybe because they had talent?) Whatever your opinion, their work has always spoken to me (or is it merely "The Voices" again, and they're starting to all sound like they're from Liverpool?) Whatever the reason, I've been having Beatles tunes jangle through my noggin' for the past few days.

This cheeky bugger (what I believe to be a red-wing blackbird) kept coming to check me out during my visit to a lovely wild-life conservancy area near my friend Barb's home outside of Seattle. And when I stumbled across this picture today, the predictable occured.

Blackbird

(Lennon/McCartney)

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise