 | The wind in the trees |  |
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SING, CUCKOO
Cuckoo calls in the heavenly weather
Cuckoo!
I, my Love, and the Spring together.
Cuckoo!
I, my Love, and the Spring together.
Soft are dreams of clear waters falling,
Cuckoo!
Softer yet is the Cuckoo calling.
Cuckoo!
Softer yet is the Cuckoo calling.
Veils of distance cover and hide him,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo comes and the Spring beside him.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo comes and the Spring beside him.
Cuckoo utters the one call only,
Cuckoo!
Lacking Cuckoo the Spring were lonely.
Cuckoo!
Lacking Cuckoo the Spring were lonely.
| The wind in the trees | |