In Beautiful May

In the still of the evening in the prime of the May

Just after suindown in the twilight gray

A water dwelling songbird of the Spring

The dark brown white breasred dipper in the river does sing

The birds with the high pitched metallic song

Once seen and once heard one never again does get wrong

May in the Northlands is a green time of year

Towards the end of the Spring with June and Summer near

The swallows back home to breed from Lands far away

Above the old fields chase flying insects all day

Familiar birds one does often hear and see

Red breast robins are singing to proclaim territory

And the voice of the cuckoo one often does hear

In beautiful May in the Spring of the year.