{"id":269,"date":"2013-08-24T12:03:00","date_gmt":"2013-08-24T12:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/?p=269"},"modified":"2014-06-15T04:42:49","modified_gmt":"2014-06-15T04:42:49","slug":"song-ography-the-summer-wind-by-frank-sinatra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/?p=269","title":{"rendered":"Song-ography: The Summer Wind by Frank Sinatra"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">The Summer Wind<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Writer(s): Hans Bradtke, Henry Mayer, Johnny Mercer<\/span><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/9070276008\/\" title=\"Wife x 4 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Wife x 4\" height=\"800\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/9070276008_8ca84ca1be_c-198x300.jpg\" width=\"530\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>The summer wind, came blowin in &#8211; from across the sea<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>It lingered there, so warm and fair &#8211; to walk with me<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>All summer long, we sang a song &#8211; and strolled on golden sand<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>Two sweethearts, and the summer wind<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/9067794041\/\" title=\"90400016 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"90400016\" height=\"332\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/9067794041_d029815b9b-300x199.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>Like painted kites, those days and nights &#8211; went flyin by<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>The world was new, beneath a blue &#8211; umbrella sky<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>Then softer than, a piper man &#8211; one day it called to you<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>And I lost you, to the summer wind<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/4870057864\/\" title=\"R1-50 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"R1-50\" height=\"337\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/4870057864_a854ca4056-300x202.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>The autumn wind, and the winter wind &#8211; have come and gone<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>And still the days, those lonely days &#8211; go on and on<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>And guess who sighs his lullabies &#8211; through nights that never end<\/i><\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><i>My fickle friend, the summer wind<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/9068240809\/\" title=\"IMG_5613 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"IMG_5613\" height=\"281\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/9068240809_fe8fe14a19-300x168.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">My favorite summer wind is on the beach and my favorite companion on the beach is Sweetie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/9068282967\/\" title=\"IMG_5597 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"IMG_5597\" height=\"281\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/9068282967_7db72bd4c9-300x168.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">And SuperPizzaBoy of Course<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\" height=\"315\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/9aM4tLn-kvo?rel=0\" width=\"420\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">Now I love music but Sweetie is my authorative source and she thinks Frank is just fine,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/28381904@N06\/8647514561\/\" title=\"Buble Collage_Page000 by alnbbates, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Buble Collage_Page000\" height=\"500\" src=\"http:\/\/yogisden.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/8647514561_ff0db15302-300x300.jpg\" width=\"500\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\">But Mister Buble does much better.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\" height=\"315\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hlYjJijgKys?rel=0\" width=\"420\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/youllshootyoureyeout-kathy.blogspot.com\/\">Song-ography<\/a>&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Summer Wind Writer(s): Hans Bradtke, Henry Mayer, Johnny Mercer The summer wind, came blowin in &#8211; from across the seaIt lingered there, so warm and fair &#8211; to walk with meAll summer long, we sang a song &#8211; and strolled on golden sandTwo sweethearts, and the summer wind Like painted kites, those days and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3200,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[345,107],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-269","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-sinatra","category-song-ography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/269"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=269"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/269\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3200"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=269"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=269"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yogisden.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=269"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}