There is one particular song that has been refusing to leave my head the whole day today. It’s the song my hubby used to sing to OMB at night before OMB dozes off.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then – oh, why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can’t I?
Eversince my hubby started to work as a call center agent hence taking a graveyard shift, I was being compelled to sing that song to OMB for several nights now. It’s not working quite well. I guess my baby is missing his father’s voice, or perhaps, my voice is not soothing enough (my singing voice is bad, in short!).
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops. That’s where you’ll find me.
Oh! I am missing my husband so much. If only he could have a better day job… there, I’ve said my wish. I hope the stars heard me and would come by tonight as I sing a song of lullaby to my baby…