Acony Bell

The fairest bloom the mountain knows Is not an iris or a wild rose But the little flower of which I'll tell Known as the brave acony bell Just a simple flower so small and plain With a pearly hue and a little known name But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom For they know that spring is coming soon Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills Where the snows lies deep on the windy hills And it tells the world "why should i wait This ice and snow is gonna melt away" And so i'll sing that yellow bird's song For the troubled times will soon be gone