YOU sang me a song: ’T was the close of the year— Sing again! I cannot remember the name Or the words: ’T is the same We listen to hear When the windows are open in spring, And the air’s full of birds; One calls from the branch some sweet thing, And one sings on the wing The refrain. You sang me a song My heart thrilled to hear. The refrain Has run like a fillet of gold Through the woof Of the cold Dark days of a year. To-night there ’s a year at its start, All the birds are aloof, Your eyes hold the sun for my part, And the Spring’s in your heart— Sing again!
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