My mom used to sing me awake. "Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Moooooorning! We're all in our places, with sun-shiny faces, oh this is the waaaaay to start a new day!"
I'm definitely not a morning person, but her song made me smile.
The other song that has special significance to me from my childhood is:
White silver bells, upon a slender stalk
Lily of the Valley line my garden walk
Oh how I wish, that I could hear them ring
That will only happen when the fairies sing
Many years later, Lily of the Valley took on another special significance, as it is the official flower of the co-ed Greek Society that has impacted my life tremendously: from being my home in college, to eventually being my "home" period, as I married a fellow member.
I'm not a big flower person, but this one has a special place in my heart. I also love white roses. I guess I have a thing for green and white? (That is amusing both for our society's colors and that my son's favorite color is green.)
I suppose there is a third song that my mom used to sing me, but as it is a Norwegian drinking song that advocates chewing tobacco, I'll just leave that one in my internal soundtrack. (But, I'll happily sing the praises of lefse, as it advocates us to do!)