by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908)

The robin sings in the apple tree
Language: English 
 The robin sings in the apple tree,
 The blackbird swings on the thorn,
 The day grows old and silence falls,
 Leaving my heart forlorn.

 Night brings rest to many a soul,
 Yet mine is dark with woe;
 Can I forget the days gone by
 When my love I whispered low?

 O robin, and thou blackbird brave,
 My songs of love have died.
 How could you sing as in byegone days,
 When she was at my side?

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 77