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?
- by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Edward Alexander MacDowell (1860 - 1908), "The robin sings in the apple tree", op. 47 no. 1, published 1893, from Eight Love Songs, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
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