The Birds in the Spring (Arr. for Orchestra and Voice by Jackie Oates & David Le Page)

One Spring morning early I chanced for to rove, I sit myself down by the side of a grove, And there did I hear the sweet nightingales sing, You never heard so sweet, you never heard so sweet, You never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring. All on the cold ground I sat myself down, And the voice of the nightingale re-echoes all round Hark hark how she warbles her notes, I'll declare No music, no songster, no music, no songster, No music, no songster could with them compare. Come all that are here these birds for to hear I pray you pay attention and quickly draw near. And when you grow old you will have it to sing, That you never heard so sweet, you never heard so sweet, You never heard so sweet as the nightingales sing.