How beautiful to hear a male blackbird sing
On this sunny evening in November in the southern Spring
The sound of his voice does take me far away
To a leafy grove in the prime of the May
In the calm of the evening by the far away town
When the birds were on song in an hour before sundown
Among them the song of a blackbird melodious and clear
A familiar voice of the Spring of the year
A familiar songsters far south in this southern countryside
Their kind have been introduced by migrants in many Countries Worldwide
A song that has reduced many migrants to tears
That carried them in memory of Spring to their younger years
The song of a blackbird in the prime of the May
From where they now live in distance far away.
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