The little shepherd's song

The leaves, the little birds, and I,

The fleece clouds and the sweet, sweet sky;

The pages singing as they ride

Down there, down there where the river is wide.

Heigh-ho, what a day! What a lovely day!

Even too lovely to hop and play

With my sheep

Or sleep

In the sun!

And so I lie in the deep, deep grass

And watch the pages as the pass

And sing to them as they to me

Till they turn the bend by the poplar tree.

And then—O then, I sing right on

To the leaves and the lambs and myself alone!

For I think there must be

Inside of me

A bird!