So sweetly you sing little song thrush,
Though speckled brown only you are,
With a delicate voice like a piccolo,
Sky-lark, black-bird and robin,
Are jealous you sound so nice.
Hidden in a thorny bush,
Your song rings loud and clear,
Echoing through the tree-tops.
All throughout the year,
In winter and summer alike,
You remain in the same home.
Plain but beautiful song thrush,
Come into the open and sing.
Though simple you are in every way,
You outshine all others around.