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CUCKOO SONGS
I sing of fields we loved of yore,
Old hills and woods we knew,
Where oft we heard Spring's voice, asthore,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Old hills and woods we knew,
Where oft we heard Spring's voice, asthore,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
A small monotonous song I sing,
My notes are faint and few
Like his, whose coming wakes the Spring,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
My notes are faint and few
Like his, whose coming wakes the Spring,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
I sing my country song again,
I sing my song of you,
Like him, to make my meaning plain,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
I sing my song of you,
Like him, to make my meaning plain,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
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Without him Spring would drop her flowers,
The sky forget its blue:
Hail! dearest voice in all the bowers,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
The sky forget its blue:
Hail! dearest voice in all the bowers,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Because I make your heart its Spring
And its full Summer, too:
My cuckoo songs for you I sing,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
And its full Summer, too:
My cuckoo songs for you I sing,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
You will not do my song more wrong,
That to your heart rings true,
Than the Spring does his jubilant song,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
That to your heart rings true,
Than the Spring does his jubilant song,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
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