Birds warble sweetly, but in every note
One may hear an echoing cry;
And in all peaceful zephyrs that Moat,
From earth to the deep blue sky.
One may hear an echoing cry;
And in all peaceful zephyrs that Moat,
From earth to the deep blue sky.
Tin-re's a sigh, and a moan, and a whisper of tears.
And a drift of the "might have been;"
Just as the moon her shadow clears,
A cloud comes shifting between.
And a drift of the "might have been;"
Just as the moon her shadow clears,
A cloud comes shifting between.
It is always so, as the right and the wrong
Go wandering hand in hand;
So will the sadness follow the song,
While sung on this earthly land.
Go wandering hand in hand;
So will the sadness follow the song,
While sung on this earthly land.
The clouds will follow the sunshine,
The rain will softly fall
Into all lines, both yours and mine,
It is thus for one and all.
The rain will softly fall
Into all lines, both yours and mine,
It is thus for one and all.
But oh, it is something to think of,
Something to cherish most dear:
That after all, there's a boundless love
To wipe away every tear.
Something to cherish most dear:
That after all, there's a boundless love
To wipe away every tear.
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