“And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.”

“By the winding stream we shall lie and dream
We'll make dreams come true if we want them to
Yes all will come play the pipes and drum
Sing a happy song and we'll sing along.”

“Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
Though winds blew great guns, still he ’d whistle and sing;
Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.”

“I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.”

“The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”

“The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.”

“I hear the little children of the wind
Crying solitary in lonely places.”

“You don't want to become so open minded that the wind whistles between your ears.”

“Some love to roam o’er the dark sea’s foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.”

“Sing a song of sixpence.”