THE BLACKBIRD 



u March sings the Blackbird, aloft sits he 

 n the blossom white on the damson tree. 

 And whistles as loud as loud can be. 



n spite of the frosty meadows, 

 And hail that drives in the sky 

 And whitens the grass in the orchard. 

 He knows that spring is nigh. 



le thinks of the juicy cherries 

 That summer will set on the trees. 

 And dreaming of loaded orchards 

 lie fancies their scent in the breeze. 



Afar, like a fairy vision 

 He sees in the vineyard bare. 

 Its leaves in the autumn ruddy, 

 Its sweet grapes ripening there. 



In March sings the Blackbird, aloft sits he 



A bird as black as black can be. 



In the blossom white on the damson tree. 



