I was on way to my Sunday morning sessions. In the rickshaw, a bit biting sudden cold wave, I remembered this song from the deep recesses of the memory, a song not forgotten but which like an old photograph yellowed and dusty. I flicked the dust off it, humming and trying to put back pieces of the songs together, humming where I couldn’t fill in the gaps but coming back to them and filling them. I was amazed that I could remember it still. “Una paloma balanca” I typed a text to my better (?) half. But I guess till now he has not downloaded the song. Since Monday morning my mind is surfing. I searched on toddler tantrums and a bit on statistics concepts and then I remembered. I put the words in search engine and voila…so many results. I got the lyrics and I hope so song. I remembered when I was a bit long legged boy cut first standard gal, with brown chequered uniform in an all girls convent school, where the only male teachers we had was a music teacher (I now don’t remember his name, except a sir) and a chemistry lab ‘sir’. This music sir used to come once a week, with his acoustic guitar (I wonder if that was a Hobner) and who knew I would learn how to play one fine day…hell I am digressing again. So this ‘sir’ used to come once a week, with a guitar, a tall, thin, beardy fellow with spectacles, who spoke less in a class full of clacking chickens, who didn’t sing, but just shouted…And a few songs he taught us, this was one of them, the music notebook is definitely recycled by now, but the song still stayed…only to come to surface today. I am yet to hear the original; I hope to get a downloadable version soon.
When the sun shines on the mountain
And the night is on the run
It's a new day
It's a new way
And I fly up to the sun
I can feel the morning sunlight
I can smell the new-mown hay
I can hear God's voice is calling
For my golden sky light way
Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away
Once I had my share of losing
for they locked me on a chain
Yes they tried to break my power
oh I still can feel the pain
Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away
Now for some trivia (thanks to Wikipedia)’ Paloma Blanca, often called Una Paloma Blanca, is the title of a song written by the Dutch musician George Baker and first recorded by his band The George Baker Selection. The single was a hit throughout Europe, and was taken from the group's fifth album of the same name.”p.s paloma blanca or una paloma blanca is Spanish for a white dove”’
When the sun shines on the mountain
And the night is on the run
It's a new day
It's a new way
And I fly up to the sun
I can feel the morning sunlight
I can smell the new-mown hay
I can hear God's voice is calling
For my golden sky light way
Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away
Once I had my share of losing
for they locked me on a chain
Yes they tried to break my power
oh I still can feel the pain
Una paloma blanca
I'm just a bird in the sky
Una paloma blanca
Over the mountains I fly
No one can take my freedom away
Now for some trivia (thanks to Wikipedia)’ Paloma Blanca, often called Una Paloma Blanca, is the title of a song written by the Dutch musician George Baker and first recorded by his band The George Baker Selection. The single was a hit throughout Europe, and was taken from the group's fifth album of the same name.”p.s paloma blanca or una paloma blanca is Spanish for a white dove”’
