Flickr Friday, #Bubbles, "Like Dreams They Fade and Die"

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights. Rabindranath Tagore

 

…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst. Louisa May Alcott

 

I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

Engelbert Humperdinck

 

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high, nearly reach the sky

Then like my dreams they fade and die

Fortune's always hiding

I've looked everywhere

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

Fortune's always hiding

I've looked everywhere

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

Pretty bubbles in the air

Pretty bubbles (so many pretty bubbles)

In the air (there's so many bubbles in the air)

Songwriters: James Kendis, James Brockman, Nat Vincent, John Kellette.

 

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