Be still, Blackbird!
W. Sanderson
Blackbird, blackbird loudly trilling
From my garden's shade,
All the golden days you're filling
With a serenade!
When I see your bright eyes glisten
'Mid the boughs of May,
Merry songster, would you listen,
This is what I'd say:
Be still, Blackbird!
Don't you hear there's someone calling,
Calling in a magic voice?
It holds my heart in thrall!
Once your music so entrancing
Always set my feet a dancing;
Now my love is calling
With the sweetest note of all!
When the blossom-time is over
Will you stay with me?
Ah! 'tis easy to discover
Your inconstancy.
Though you warble gaily near me
While the world's in flower,
Love's own song alone will cheer me
Through each winter hour.
Be still, Blackbird!
Don't you hear there's someone calling,
Calling in a magic voice?
It holds my heart in thrall!
Once your music so entrancing
Always set my feet a dancing;
Now my love is calling
With the sweetest note of all!