A blackbird singing

A blackbird singing

On a moss upholster'd stone,

Bluebells swinging,

Shadows wildly blown,

A song in the wood,

A ship on the sea,

The song was for you

and the ship was for me;

A blackbird singing,

I hear in my troubled mind,

Bluebells swinging

I see in a distant wind,

But sorrow and silence

are the wood's threnody,

the silence for you,

and the sorrow for me,

A blackbird singing