A flock of wild songsters
Once flashed across the sky,
Their clear, sweet calls a chorus
Enchanting, from on high.
The melody of gladness
Re-echoed, and the song
Was wafted to the lonely pines,
Who hummed it all day long.
A flock of wild songsters
Once flashed across the sky,
Their clear, sweet calls a chorus
Enchanting, from on high.
The melody of gladness
Re-echoed, and the song
Was wafted to the lonely pines,
Who hummed it all day long.