We had the privilege to see and hear Elvis sing this song in one of his last performances. It was close to the finale, and the energy and emotions in that huge auditorium were simply electric. We’d stood in the sweat and the tears and whatever else was in that mystical atmosphere which drew you in and made you part of that great aura which surrounded such a presence. We sang our hearts out, building up to the finish, when Elvis landed on one knee with his hand outstretched to an enormous spotlighted flag unscrolling on one wall. What a Moment, and what a Memory, to be a part of such a bit of music history.
And he would have just LOVED little Ella Mae.
Sometimes something so sweet and so dear will come along and just capture your heart. She’s charming and precious; her daddy rocks a dorky hat. He adores and is adored by his sweet baby girl---what’s not to like?.
I’ve enjoyed watching this many times, and though she must be a young lady of more-than-three by now, I still want to believe she must be out there somewhere, riding around, singing along with Ebbis and her Dad-DEE.
A Christmas Present from me to you.