Poems (Tynan)/Cuckoo Song
CUCKOO SONG
Cuckoo, cuckoo! In April skies were blue, As every hedgerow knew; And there was you. In AprilThe cuckoo shows his bill,With wind-flowers on vale and hill. O, Love! Sweet was April, sweet was April!
Cuckoo, cuckoo! In May his song was true, And the world was new For me and you. In MayHe sings all day,All the long night that 's sweet with hay. O, Love! How good was May, how good was May
Cuckoo, cuckoo! Last June the roses grew In many a place we knew, I and you. In JuneHe changes his tune.A young man's fancy changes soon. O, Love! Fleet was June, fleet was June!
Cuckoo, cuckoo! His notes are faint and few, The lily is dying too, For the rose there is rue. In JulyAway will he fly,His notes blown back from an empty sky. O, Love! Sad was July, sad was July.
Cuckoo, cuckoo! No more we listen to The roving note we knew, I and you. In AugustGo he must,Love and lovers will turn to dust. O, Love! Cold is August, cold is August!