Winter-Song (by Paul Laurence Dunbar)

Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906
(Dayton, Ohio)
Winter-Song
[from Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow, 1901]
Oh, who would be so 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-jingle
For winter’s white birds here’s a cheery heigho!





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