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CHAFFINCH
Wet!
wet! Hear Chaffinch! He cries and calls,
Cries and calls from the snowy cherry-bough,—
Chaffinch sighing and crying for water-falls,
For the feel of the rain and her delicate freshness now.
Cries and calls from the snowy cherry-bough,—
Chaffinch sighing and crying for water-falls,
For the feel of the rain and her delicate freshness now.
Wet! wet! Oh, Chaffinch, will you not tire?
After the drought and dust the rain is sweet.
The sap runs in the trees to the heart's desire,
The grass hears, the little hearts are a-beat.
After the drought and dust the rain is sweet.
The sap runs in the trees to the heart's desire,
The grass hears, the little hearts are a-beat.
White's the cherry orchard from head to foot.
This is the golden moment of all the year.
Over the song of the thrush and the blackbird's flute
Wet! wet! the Chaffinch calls to his dear.
This is the golden moment of all the year.
Over the song of the thrush and the blackbird's flute
Wet! wet! the Chaffinch calls to his dear.
Down where the amber evening stretches for miles
There's a golden-bosomed cloud on the sky serene,
A little cloud afloat from the Golden Isles
Grows and grows in the amber sea and the green.
There's a golden-bosomed cloud on the sky serene,
A little cloud afloat from the Golden Isles
Grows and grows in the amber sea and the green.
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Wet! wet! Hear Chaffinch! and Chaffinch knows.
Chaffinch calls to his dear in the heavenly gloam.
Wet! wet! The rain as sweet as a rose
Will drench the orchard to-night and the cherry-bloom.
Chaffinch calls to his dear in the heavenly gloam.
Wet! wet! The rain as sweet as a rose
Will drench the orchard to-night and the cherry-bloom.
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