When you get excited about something for the first time, be it an invention, love, achievement or whatever. That feeling comes like a puppy into your arms waving its tail happily, and you are both excited about each other. It feels like there is nothing else in the world other than the two of you.

The word “Wagtail” in the song can be anything in the listener’s imagination, some dear thing that could never been achieved or has been lost.

A wagtail is a bird too. This clever black and white bird is cheerful and beloved for his cheeky and bold nature. They are unafraid of people.

However, sometimes things and dreams don’t work out and it’s hard to accept. Life is all about continuous change. Letting go is difficult, but as soon as we cease our attempts to control the situation we are living in, we open up ourselves to new possibilities.

Life moves on and so should we... Let it go, the world is full of tail-waggers!


Lyrics:

Go to sleep my little wagtail
Oh, what will your tired dreams unveil
Let your head down on the soft grass
Close your eyes, safe and sound at last

A bird will bring a cloth of silk
With her feathers as white as milk
Sleep until the break of the dawn
Hear the blackbird sing you this song

Go to sleep my little wagtail
Oh, what will your tired dreams unveil
Let your head down on the soft grass
Close your eyes, safe and sound at last

A bird will bring a cloth of silk
With her feathers as white as milk
Sleep until the break of the dawn
Hear the blackbird sing you this song

Good Night, Sleep Tight!


Lyrics: Andy Koivupalo

My Little Wagtail

My version of the famous Clair De Lune, originally composed by Claude Debussy in 1888.

I used four instruments: Piano, Guitar, Violin, and a Vintage Synthesizer. Tempo 65.

Please Enjoy!

Clair De Lune Orchestra

Softly my songs plead
through the night to you;
down into the silent grove,
beloved, come to me!

Slender treetops whisper and rustle
in the moonlight;
my darling, do not fear
that the hostile betrayer will overhear us.

Do you not hear the nightingales call?
Ah, they are imploring you;
with their sweet, plaintive songs
they are imploring for me.

They understand the heart’s yearning,
they know the pain of love;
with their silvery notes
they touch every tender heart.

Let your heart, too, be moved,
beloved, hear me!
Trembling, I await you!
Come, make me happy!

Serenade

Progressive rock.

My version of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.

Heartly Numb

Spuce tree symbolizes life during the dark winter months.

My version of "The Spruce" by Sibelius.

Spruce Forest

🏞️ BETWEEN WILDNESS AND MIND,
ECHOES REMAIN 🌲🌳🌿
🤍 Peace | 💙 Serenity | 💜 Spirit

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