 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
21
THE BLACKBIRD.
(A new song with an old burden.)
There's a lark in the noon sky, a thrush on the tree,
And a linnet sings wildly across the green lea,
And the finches are merry, the cuckoos still call,
But where is my Blackbird, the dearest of all?
And a linnet sings wildly across the green lea,
And the finches are merry, the cuckoos still call,
But where is my Blackbird, the dearest of all?
They may talk of their gold-crests, but if he were by,
With his hair like the velvet and liquid dark eye,
What yellow-haired Saxon or Dane might compare
With my honey-voiced Blackbird, and the night on his hair?
With his hair like the velvet and liquid dark eye,
What yellow-haired Saxon or Dane might compare
With my honey-voiced Blackbird, and the night on his hair?
There were many would love him, with beauty and wealth;
At the dance and the hurley, love-looks went by stealth
From blue eyes and brown eyes: he saw only me.
God bless my bold Blackbird, wherever he be
At the dance and the hurley, love-looks went by stealth
From blue eyes and brown eyes: he saw only me.
God bless my bold Blackbird, wherever he be
22
When I went out a-walking the fields were all green,
With a wide drift of sunshine, and daisies between,
And the birds sang at building, but tears made me blind
For my Blackbird of April, so handsome and kind.
With a wide drift of sunshine, and daisies between,
And the birds sang at building, but tears made me blind
For my Blackbird of April, so handsome and kind.
Oh, if we were building our nest, I and he,
With my voice for his pleasure, and his song for me,
I would sing all the summer, and make the birds mad,
For the love of my Blackbird, the one love I had!
With my voice for his pleasure, and his song for me,
I would sing all the summer, and make the birds mad,
For the love of my Blackbird, the one love I had!
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