Sing Along...From a Distance | Newberry

Sing Along...From a Distance

So in case you came here without stopping at our main webpage, and have not come round to see the signs on our doors, we are, um, more than just discouraging you from dropping off books this week. We are discouraging you from coming in to ask us about it, too. You will look in vain for a smiling face at the Welcome Desk. In fact, you will look in vain for the welcome desk, because welcomes are off the plate for old-fashioned analog library use. Our computer systems, being reasonably virus-free, are available.

To be clear: there have been no cases of the latest virus at the Newberry, and the Powers That Is want to keep it that way. So the Newberry has locked its doors against all but essential personnel for the coming week. (Essential does NOT include your Uncle Blogsy: THAT’S how careful they’re being.)

However, during any time of national emergency, you can count on Uncle Blogsy. Though you may not be able to come look up your Irish ancestors on St. Patrick’s Day, you can join in singing a fine old Irish classic, um, slightly updated.

1.There’s a cloud in your eye and I’m wondering why,

For you never should be here at all.

There’s a viral uptick–sure a stone would get sick–

So perhaps you did not get the call,

When your sweet lilting cough starts to scare people off

And spreads germs across the Book Fair,

We can all hear you wheeze (well, except when you sneeze),

Could you just use that door right there?

Chorus: When Virus Eyes Are Smiling, sure ‘tis like a morn in jail.

In the lilt of Virus laughter, you can see the angels bail.

When Virus hearts are happy, all the world seems cold and gray,

And When Virus Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal our heart away.

2.For your cough is a part of the fear in our heart,

And it fills the library with fright.

Don’t come ‘round here today—take those books far away–

All our doors and our dock are closed tight.

Be it covid or flu, we don’t want to see you,

All you bring us is cares and regret.

Your Ya-Ya Sisterhood this week brings us no good,

What we mean is “Don’t Give: Just GET!”

Chorus: When Virus Eyes Are Smiling, sure ‘tis like a morn in jail.

In the lilt of Virus laughter, you can see the angels bail.

When Virus hearts are happy, all the world seems cold and gray,

And When Virus Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal our heart away.

Add new comment