He knew some Haitian folk songs that I found quite catchy. There’s one in particular, a song to their equivalent of a goddess of love, that he taught me and I still catch myself singing it at odd moments. I guess he “taught” it to me, either that or I just learned by repetition. (It goes like “Ezili fre le fre li Freda, Ezili O, li pa manje moun anko, inosan bondye va gade ou” - Haitian is similar to French so a natural for him.)

There were little British ditties here and there, old songs mostly. Stuff his grandmother used to sing.

He was also quite fond of old spirituals, like gospel music. There are only so many mornings you can wake up to hear someone belting out “Swing Low Sweet Chariot” in the shower…but I kinda miss it now.

We both have very eclectic musical taste and basically like anything that tickles our fancy. We have a “song” in the sense of we have one that we know we’ll dance to at our wedding, whenever it’ll be. I’ll do a post about it actually…good thinking.