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Welcome to the November 10th edition of Sounds of Home!
Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two)
There is a flower within my heart, Daisy, Daisy!
Planted one day by a glancing dart, planted by Daisy Bell!
Whether she loves me or loves me not, sometimes it’s hard to tell;
Yet I am longing to share the lot of beautiful Daisy Bell!
Give me your answer, do!
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you!
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage,
But you’ll look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two!
We will go “tandem” as man and wife, Daisy, Daisy!
“Ped’ling” away down the road of life, I and my Daisy Bell!
When the road’s dark we can both despise P’liceman and “lamps” as well;
There are “bright lights” in the dazzling eyes Of beautiful Daisy Bell!
I will stand by you in “wheel” or woe, Daisy, Daisy!
You’ll be the bell(e) which I’ll ring you know! Sweet little Daisy Bell!
You’ll take the “lead” in each “trip” we take, Then if I don’t do well;
I will permit you to use the brake, My beautiful Daisy Bell!
Song by Harry Dacre
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One thought on “Sounds of Home – Bicycle”
I love Billy Collins! thanks Chris.
And thank you for these wonderful stories.
They help me remember my own first bicycle – my brother’s hand-me-down with that VERY painful high frame bar of boy’s bikes.
Listening, I can remember well the sensation of mastering the relationship between turning the handlebars and staying upright! What joy!
Can one really forget that? Oh dear.
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