I listen to the Blackbird's song upon this clear bright morning

Looking out still half asleep and I smile while I'm yawning

High in a tree the Songthrush starts to swell the cheerful throng

Then all will join the chorus of this universal song.

Another Summer's day begins with birdsong like a choir

As clear blue sky fills up with sound the Sun climbs ever higher

The Linnets and the Finches fly, make music on the wing

And I will stand and lend an ear to hear the Woodlark sing.

I hear a distant chapel bell it's message clearly ringing

Another choir fills the air, their voices sweetly singing.

The congregation's hymns of praise ascending like a prayer

But with this universal song nothing can compare.

R. Langridge                           back to lyrics                © Langsongs 2001