It’s a great day today, with temps warming into the 40’s and snow melting. I’m going to go find a place where I can go for a genuine walk. A real live, genuine walk, not a careful shuffle across ice. And I’m going to listen to my Bette Midler does Rosemary Clooney songs CD on the way.
I really like this CD, especially “Come On-A My House”, which makes you want to toe tap your way through the produce department (which I did Sunday). Bette isn’t Rosemay and she doesn’t try to be, preferring to showcase the music as she interprets it. I actually prefer Bette’s version of “This Ole House” over Rosemary’s, but no one does “Hey There” like the original. I love that song.
I need to add this CD to my collection. And then there’s the new Norah Jones, Feels Like Home.
Wonderful, wonderful music. And a fine day in which to listen to it.
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m-a gonna give you
apple and a plum and an apricot or two, ah!Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m-a gonna give you
figs and dates and grapes and a cake, ah!Come on-a my house, my house-a come on.
Come on-a my house, my house come on.
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m-a gonna give you candy.
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m-a gonna give you everything.
Doo da doo, doo da doo da!
