Thursday, March 19, 2009

Sing Like No One is Listening

To start with, I do sing on occasion. I used to go to karaoke on a regular basis with some friends but we hadn't gone in about a year now. I also used to be in choir when I was in elementary school so my parents had been to concerts of mine in the past. They know I sing on occasion.

I called my mom on St. Patrick's Day and sang to her. (Side note: my family all live in Kelowna. My husband and I moved to Edmonton almost 6 years ago now.) My grandma, her mother, had passed away a week before and we are all still a little upset by it. Nanny's (my grandma) favourite song was "When Irish Eyes are Smiling" so I found the lyrics and the tune online and learned the words.

I thought about calling my mom at work and singing to her there but I was to nervous to do that. I thought about calling home and leaving a voicemail, but someone was on the line. So I called her in the evening after she got home from work. We talked for a bit and then I asked her if she wanted to hear what I learned that day. She agreed and so I took a deep breath and started to sing. My mom was silent all through the first verse. When I started the chorus she went Oh! when she realized what song I was singing. I couldn't finish as I started laughing about then. I explained that I wanted to remember Nanny and that this was one of her favourite songs so I thought I'd learn it in her memory. Mom was very happy and said that it made her day.

There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

words and music Chauncey Olcott & George Graff, Jr.

For my Nanny.

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