Hey, Bert: I find that sometimes long after I've written a song I recognize where part of the melody came from. The last few notes of the last line of one of my songs are identical to Oh What A Beautiful Morning. Even weirder, last night Ruth and I went on a tour of the historic churches on the Green, here in Derby (Connecticut.) As we were leaving the Congregational Church which goes back to Colonial Times, the organist was playing a hymn I don't ever remember hearing. The melody was very close to a song I wrote about losing my reverse gear while driving in Kansas. I had to laugh, wondering if perhaps at some time I had heard the melody and it had lodged somewhere in the back of my mind, only to slip out writing a song about losing my reverse gear. Could be.

Jerry