Winter-Song (by Paul Laurence Dunbar)

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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