 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
98
OCTOBER.
Behold, the fleeting swallow
Forsakes the frosty air;
And leaves, alert to follow,
Are falling everywhere,
Like wounded birds, too weak
A distant clime to seek.
Forsakes the frosty air;
And leaves, alert to follow,
Are falling everywhere,
Like wounded birds, too weak
A distant clime to seek.
And soon, with silent pinions,
The fledglings of the North
From winter's wild dominions
Shall drift, affrighted, forth,
And, phantom-like, anon
Pursue the phantoms gone.
The fledglings of the North
From winter's wild dominions
Shall drift, affrighted, forth,
And, phantom-like, anon
Pursue the phantoms gone.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |