Warble birds your sweet, sweet song.
Never stop. Go on. Go on.
My heart’s heavy, my song’s spent.
My head’s heavy, earthward bent.
Sing a song of sweet delight,
send it upwards to the light
while I wander in the shade
waiting for my song to fade.
Warble birds – it’s soothing balm,
warble and instill some calm
to the evening I pass by
from your hiding in the sky.
But don’t ask for sing-along,
I have lost all joy in song;
My song’s spent, my head hangs low –
My love went; where did she go?