The birds bob and sing
a song that spring and summer bring
every flying resonant
musically, they ring
Over fields and farms
no fears and no harm
dancing a tune each time
as desolate, disarm
How can the anguished weep
how can a broken heart so keep
when spring is in the air
making spirits leap
Discard them here, and now
all the pain a mind allows
looking towards the light
someway, and somehow
Lift your soul on high
don't ask or wonder why
all of you, under your control
no need to mourn, or cry
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
The birds bob and sing
a song that spring and summer bring
every flying resonant
musically, they ring
Over fields and farms
no fears and no harm
dancing a tune each time
as desolate, disarm
How can the anguished weep
how can a broken heart so keep
when spring is in the air
making spirits leap
Discard them here, and now
all the pain a mind allows
looking towards the light
someway, and somehow
Lift your soul on high
don't ask or wonder why
all of you, under your control
no need to mourn, or cry
