 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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HOUSE-BUILDING.
I've heard the mellow blackbird singing clearly
Over the building of his wattled house,
Wherein some morn, when skies are rose and pearly,
A small brown head shall bend to hear his vows.
Over the building of his wattled house,
Wherein some morn, when skies are rose and pearly,
A small brown head shall bend to hear his vows.
I've seen the merry squirrel hoard his treasure
Of milk-white nuts against a time of cold:
The little mate who shares his simple pleasure
Hath eyes of amber and a fur of gold.
Of milk-white nuts against a time of cold:
The little mate who shares his simple pleasure
Hath eyes of amber and a fur of gold.
Oh, happy creatures, sweet is the providing,
Sweet is the building of the little home!
Oh, sweet, I know, to gather up in hiding
Treasures to deck the rooms where love shall come.
Sweet is the building of the little home!
Oh, sweet, I know, to gather up in hiding
Treasures to deck the rooms where love shall come.
The light heart makes the hard work sweet and easy.
Sweet is the time when all the world grows green,
And love puts off his splendours and is busy
Building the house and decking it within.
Sweet is the time when all the world grows green,
And love puts off his splendours and is busy
Building the house and decking it within.
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