On Hearing A Blackbird Sing - Poem by Francis Duggan
The blackbird's song it takes me far away
To distant Land and distant bygone day
In happy days the gold billed male bird sang
And green grove to his joyful music rang.
How come each time the blackbird's voice I hear
My thoughts go to the Springtime of the year
The blackbird one of the earliest birds to sing
His pleasant notes a fanfare to the Spring.
A blackbird singing in the drizzling rain
Bring back nostalgia to me once again
And I am back in green woodland in May
And birds are singing on a bright Spring day.
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