A wren just under my window has suddenly, sweetly sung; He woke me from my slumbers With his sweet shrill tongue. It was so very early, The dew-drops were not dry, And pearly cloudlets floated Across the rosy sky His nest is in the ivy Where his little wife sits all day, And by her side he sings to her And never flies far away.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( A.S. )  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Liza Lehmann (1862 - 1918), "The Wren", published 1907, from Bird Songs, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Joanna Lonergan
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 65