OUR BIRDS WILL YET RETURN. 



Hattie Washburn, Goodwin, S. D. 

 Why moan the winds so sadly 



Amid the naked trees? 

 Why rush the leaves so madly 



Before the chilly breeze? 



Why are the skies so dreary 

 In somber robes of gray, 



And flowers with life grown weary 

 Have sadly passed away. 



Why are the birds all winging 

 Their weary southward flight? 



No more we hear them singing 

 Their songs of pure delight. 



The stern Frost King is sailing 



Across his frozen sea 

 And Nature sad is wailing 



To see her minstrels flee. 



But the sun follows the rain, 

 Each night a day shall know, 



There's a balm for ev'ry pain. 

 An end to ev'ry woe. 



So the Spring will shine once more. 

 Our hearts will cease to yearn, 



With songs joyous as before 

 Our birds will yet return. 



