Word Finder - song

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A musical composition with lyrics for voice or voices, performed by singing.

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Thomas listened to his favorite song on the radio yesterday.

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(by extension) Any musical composition.

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Poetical composition; poetry; verse.

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The act or art of singing.

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A melodious sound made by a bird, insect, whale or other animal.

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I love hearing the song of canary birds.

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The distinctive sound that a male bird utters to attract a mate or to protect his territory; contrasts with call

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A low price, especially one under the expected value; chiefly in for a song.

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He bought that car for a song.

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An object of derision; a laughing stock.

I learned a song about spring.

You were singing a different song a few hours ago?

When Dean returned to Bird Song, it was mid-morning, but if he expected a quiet empty building with the Dawkinses at the courthouse and the rest of the clientele enjoying the splendors of Ouray, he was wrong.

A young couple whose life dream was owning a Bird Song look-alike learned from Fred the principals would be absent for the day and offered to stick around playing temporary innkeepers.

Then he sang a wonderful song, so sweet, so lively, so touching, that many of the sailors were moved to tears.

I heard a robin in the distance, the first I had heard for many a thousand years, methought, whose note I shall not forget for many a thousand more--the same sweet and powerful song as of yore.

While he was pleased that Bird Song was starting the day on a pleasant note, the knot in his stomach remained to remind him of their pending trip to the mine.

Besides, the cops only had eyes for me, like the song says.

Dean wondered if Bird Song could afford the food bill as he sat down and joined Pumpkin for a cup of coffee.

I was sure you'd whack the son of a bitch and maybe kill him and I didn't want to be a jailhouse widow and run Bird Song alone.

One brief spring, musical with the song of robin and mocking-bird, one summer rich in fruit and roses, one autumn of gold and crimson sped by and left their gifts at the feet of an eager, delighted child.

The Deans were on their way to their quarters in the rear of Bird Song when Fred O'Connor returned, fresh from an evening with Mrs. Worthington.

They had knocked heads and locked wills over the death of a Bird Song guest during the prior January's Ice Climbing Festival when bitter words were exchanged.

They had compared Martha's drawing to the contour maps of the area back at Bird Song and decided this was as close to the general area of the mine that any type of roadway touched.

Pumpkin's original deposit with Bird Song was overdrawn and requests for further funds were excused away, purportedly awaiting some expected but unexplained bounty via the mail.

Bird Song was empty, or so they thought, when they returned.

While the Deans didn't like to leave Bird Song unattended, occasionally it was unavoidable.

By the time they were ready to leave, all of Bird Song was up and about, scurrying around like mice in a cheese shop.

The Deans had married a year ago and poured their life savings into Bird Song.

Occasionally, he even lent a hand with the chores at Bird Song.

The last of Bird Song's unfed guests arrived with a yawn.

You could have saved the price of staying at Bird Song.

He paced the Bird Song nest, glancing at his watch every thirty seconds and grumbling about time being money on his Internet auctions.

I told a man on the phone, who didn't identify himself, that Edith Shipton wasn't registered at Bird Song.

It was a wonderful, glorious song, and it won the blind poet an immortal crown, the admiration of all ages.

It was Dolokhov marching with particular grace and boldness in time to the song and looking at those driving past as if he pitied all who were not at that moment marching with the company.

With a solemn triumphal march there mingled a song, the drip from the trees, and the hissing of the saber, "Ozheg-zheg-zheg..." and again the horses jostled one another and neighed, not disturbing the choir but joining in it.

A strong hand grabbed Carmen's arm as the band started another song.

A meadowlark pierced the silence with its sharp whistling song.

The ten-year-old girl had resided at Bird Song with David Dean, his wife Cynthia, and Dean's seventy-seven-year-old stepfather, Fred O'Connor, for the past six months.

Her residence was compliments of Janet O'Brien, one of a long line of Bird Song's temporary domestics.

Now, thanks to an overzealous social worker, Martha was scheduled to become reacquainted with mommy dearest—in Denver, over three hundred miles away from Bird Song's nest.

On Friday morning Bird Song's full complement of guests were treated to the usual bounty of Cynthia's baking, but with less zip and smiles than most days.

What's more, none seemed bent on murder, a decided improvement over some of Bird Song's earlier guests!

So far, wee Maria stood head and shoulders over any other domestic helper Bird Song had employed.

Bird Song's parlor began filling with guests whose canceled activities put them in a what-do-you-do-next? mood of bewilderment.

We'll fill you in back at Bird Song.

It all goes to Bird Song?

Who else had been staying at Bird Song throughout this whole business?

When conversation lagged, they apparently took the hint and retreated into Bird Song.

Should we sign it from Bird Song?

Bird Song was quiet.

And now they would have spared him; but he was true to his promise,-- as soon as the song was finished, he threw himself headlong into the sea.

Bird Song's managerial pair tried to present a breakfast happy face over coffee cake and muffins, but their efforts continued to fall short as they waited for Martha to make an appearance.

This was unusual, as Bird Song's matron had pestered him about the details of the emerging flora since he had arrived at the inn the prior week.

Cynthia devoured every publication she could find on the subject and was looking forward to spending some quality time hiking the high country, if the demand of Bird Song's chores would allow snatches of free time.

The rocking chairs were back, four in a row, red, green, yellow, and purple, adding a blaze of color against the century-old white building of Bird Song.

Even Bird Song's gilded front sign, advertising the bed and breakfast, had been washed of a year's dust from the unpaved side street.

There was no time for Cynthia to talk to her husband, who was busy serving breakfast to the late sleepers while she showed Maria, by hand communication, the upstairs chores of Bird Song.

He knew Cynthia wanted to update him on her talk with Martha, but both realized time was short as they planned to take Martha to dinner for her last night under Bird Song's wing.