  When the birds come back! When the birds come back! There's a call of rolling music for the lonely hearts that lack, And across the hills and valleys that have silent been so long There's a lilt of love and laughter and a rhapsody of song; And the cares that brought the sorrows and the shadows bleak and black Hide away their gloomy faces, when the birds come back! When the birds come back! There's a sky of sweeter blue, With the breezes blowing softer and the blossoms peeping through; There's a daisy in the meadows and a green upon the trees With a welcome for the songsters and their swelling melodies; And the pleasures trip the measures and their happiness unpack Over all the waking wood-lands, when the birds come back! When the birds come back! Ah, the wonders of the spring And the blossoms that are longing for the choruses they sing! Till the love-song calls and summons to the lover and the light! Then we sail the seas of laughter, though the tempests lower black, As the blossoms greet the morning, when the birds come back! When the birds come back! Ah, the days of heaven when All the songs shall sing forever down the perfect ways of men, And the lilies and the roses in the fields of death and doom Shall engarland all the path-ways with the bright of bud and bloom! What if long the wait and watching? What if sky and sun are black? Songs and blossoms come to meet us, when the When the birds come back! When the birds come back! O, the raptures and the rhapsodies that follow in their track! How the memories of by-gones and the joys of other days And the pleasures come and crown us with the garlands that we lack, When the sunshine floods the valleys and the birds come back! |
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