Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow/Winter Song

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

For works with similar titles, see Winter Song.

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WINTER SONG

OH, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying, And meadow and woodlands are empty   and bare;For softly and merrily now there come   playing, The little white birds thro' the winter-   kissed air.

The squirrel's enjoying the rest of the   thrifty, He munches his store in the old hollow   tree;Tho' cold is the blast and the snow-flakes   are drifty He fears the white flock not a whit   more than we.

Chorus:

Then heigho for the flying snow!Over the whitened roads we go,   With pulses that tingle,   And sleigh-bells a-jingleFor winter's white birds here's a cheery heigho!