In Charleston, Marcus listened as gospel
songs filled the air and the community vowed to pick itself back up again.
At this early hour, the birds are at their best and
their songs fill the air.
Not exact matches
The birds, burning in the schorching clare, find shelter beneath the leaves, within the shade, but, still, their lovely
songs begin to fade, and only the chirps of crickets
fill the
air.
As the second half came to a close, Olivier Giroud found the back of the net in the 85th and the Gooners of Upstate New York
filled the
air with
songs of victory.
Just like director / writer Lorene Scafaria's last film, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, the soundtrack really works, as it's
filled with
songs that you should be listening to when life as you know it is ending, such as The Sun Ain't Gon na Shine Anymore by the Walker Brothers, The
Air That I Breathe by The Hollies, and This Guy's in Love With You by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass.
The melody of children's voices
fills the morning
air as a kindergarten class at Woodstock Elementary School here begins the day with a folk
song.
Overhead in the trees, birds
filled the crisp
air with bright morning
song.
The area attracts numerous
song birds, and the
air is often
filled with the sound of black birds, warblers and other species known for their musicality.
Songs and prayers
fill the
air as you wed on the most beautiful beach in Moorea, with the majestic green mountains of Tahiti in the background.
Venice What would you do to visit a city where buses are the gondolas, water in streets are the roads, and the soulful
songs of the gondoliers
fill the
air with joy?
Explore the cobbled market places of Belgium's medieval cities, where street musicians
fill the
air with traditional
songs and historic architecture is waiting to be discovered at every street corner.
Buzzing from the sunset, partygoers crowded the world - famous beach and soon, a full contingent from Star Surf got the dance - floor started, rivalling even the gorilla - dressed dancers on stage as smoke and lasers
filled the
air, and keeping it going until even the very last cries of «One last
song» had subsided.
The gorgeous, ethereal, spiraling
songs of Sprague's Pipits
fill the
air of the high plains during June and July.