A Winter Song
‘ Swift away, swift away,’
Sang the fickle swallow,
Oh! the fickle swallow,
Flying to the sun!
‘Come, my little brothers,
Bring your feathered mothers,
Come away, come away.
Each and every one.’
‘Only stay, only stay,’
Sang the lonely poet.
Oh! the lonely poet,
All among the snow!
Robin Redbreast heard, and said,
‘I am here though summer’s dead ;
Cheer up, cheer up,
I will never go!’
