When the Snowbird Sings
The snowbird sings his winter song
And sings it merrily,
When frost is sparkling in the sun
There on the holly tree.
The lovely song of tinkling bells
Is bright and sweet to hear,
And like the white and silent snow
Falls softly on the ear.
So tiny snowbird sing your song
And bless this icy dawn,
My heart beats to your melody
Long after you are gone.
Kate Watkins Furman