sentimental words // O C T O B E R

Do you ever hear a hum that strikes a familiar feeling in you heart? Perhaps its a song. A worn out blanket. A smell.

I thought it may be fun each month to post something that is sentimental to me. In word form. Perhaps it will be a song. A poem. A quote. Or even just a little story.

This month we will start with an old "diddy" that I go way back with. I began playing it to myself and, to my great surprise, a lump came to my throat. How odd.

These words are from an old movie I grew up watching - Where the Red Fern Grows.
The movie itself is quite dear to me. But the song at the beginning? Enough to get your heart fluttering and the memories rolling.

In the Morning of My Life 

Andy Williams 

In the morning of my life I ran through the hills 

and the whippoorwills sang their songs just for me

and each brand new day was a sweet melody

 In the morning of my life we'd swim in the creek

playing hide and seek like the wind wild and free

and each brand new day was a sweet melody 

But now the world has grown so old

the songs have been sung

there's no one left for me to hold 

but all of my memories remain so young 

In the twilight of my life I dream of the hills

and the whippoorwills who once sang just for me

day is fading fast and now alas

the evening is near