The Song Of A Chaffinch

He sings in a leafy grove to my thoughts ever near
The song of the chaffinch in fancy i do hear
A pink breasted feathered songster of the Spring of the year
That most birds are distinctive in their songs seems abundantly clear
Though good memories of the past till death will remain
In real life the male chaffinch i may never hear singing again
The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
The nice things of the past to the present it does bring
And memorizing the good times a thing to enjoy
The song of the chaffinch i loved as a boy
Where the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
The cattle on lush grass chewing their cuds do lay
And a chaffinch is singing in a grove by the town
In the quiet of the evening just before sundown.