Oh little bird upon the tree,
What will you sing today?
Now spring has gone and summer gone,
And swallows flown away,
Full of regrets your song will be,
A sad and mournful lay.

That little bird upon the tree
Then sang both loud and clear,
“Though spring has gone and summer gone,
And winter drawers near,
I sing of hope, for well I know
They’ll all come back next year.”

“Though winter is a dreary time,
And cold and frost I dread,
And hard it is when snows lie deep
For birdies to be fed,
I cheer myself with this glad thought,
There’s springtime on ahead.”

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Extras for Plus Members

  • Song with chords (PDF)
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