My heart is like a singing bird.
When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.
Wisdom comes with all we see God writes His lessons in each flower And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit...
As I love nature as I love singing birds and gleaming stubble and flowing rivers and morning and evening and summer and winter I love thee my Friend.
In a beautiful morning walking barefoot to the work through the green fields with the company of the singing birds... and there you shall meet the real happiness!
As I love nature as I love singing birds...I love thee my friend.
To one who loves birds morning always wakes up singing.
Playing the violin and singing and whistling are just three different ways of making sound.
If you see the sunset does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?
St. Petersburg is a wonderful city. You have wonderful parks birds singing in the trees manatees in the water pelicans. So it's like this little paradise on Earth.
I think people who don't believe in God are crazy. How can you say there is no God when you hear the birds singing these beautiful songs you didn't make?
A clock struck out the hour of twelve and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway and followed our merry pipers home to town.
The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.
Verse is the natural speech of men as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey 18 June 1904
What is the singing of birds or any natural sound compared with the voice of one we love.
It is not only me devoted to your kindness and beauty; walk in the gardens you will find birds singing your name.
Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.
What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves that makes you want to get drunk?