With A Song In My Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

With a song in my heart, - always,
I go singing through lonely days;
Like a summer bird in a tree,
That's for ever wild and free.
Like a cloud in a blue some sky,
I sometimes likewise away fly;
To places I kept in my mind,
And ordinary days couldn't find.

If you understand where I go,
Maybe also of this you'll know;
What a song can do to a heart,
That allows the enchanting to start.
With its full splendor and grace,
A melody can sing on for days;
And always, - there in the words,
Are all our lonesome flying birds.

Like the ocean waves to the shore,
Melodies, - the same are all for!
To enjoy with your mind and soul,
- Is music, and words only role