The Planning of My Day

I wake up in the morning and plan my day ahead
I’ts really nice to do that when your lying warm in bed

I’ll clean the flat this morning I’ll really spruce it up
But first of all I’ll have to have some coffee in a cup

The dog then needs his walkies so we go along the street
Then turn on to the promenade all kinds of folk to meet

There’s one who hurries by me There’s one who lifts his hat
And if I’m really lucky some will stop me for a chat

The cyclists and the joggers pass all trying to get fit
I must admit,I really do not envy them a bit

By the time we head back home again my little dog and I
The cleaning notion’s gone I think no matter how I try

But when I get to heaven I’m sure God doesn't care
If the ironing isn't finished and there’s clutter here and there

I admit when I’m in bed again I feel a twinge of sorrow
And then I think the heck with it I’ll do it all tomorrow

The Lonely Bird

I was a bird who was scared of heights a pitiful sight to see
I was the one you always saw on the lowest branch of the tree
I longed to fly upthere with the rest to be part of their beautiful flight
But I knew I was doomed to spend my life looking up as they flew out of sight


Then one day I looked up and saw sitting there at the top of the tree
The most beautiful bird I ever have seen and I knew she was there for me
She sang and she sang in a voice so clear Then she fluttered her feathers at me
I knew I was hooked when she shook her tail and winked right down at me


Before I could think what was happening to me My wings they spread out wide
I found myself flying up in the air Next thing I was by her side
I know I will never be frightened again My love has sent me free
And I thank my maker in heaven above for sending my sweetheart to me.