A blackbird
Singing
On a moss
Upholstered
Stone
Bluebells
Swinging
Shadows wildly blow
A song
In the wood
A ship
On the sea
The song for you
And the ship
Was for me
A blackbird
Singing
I hear in my
Troubled mind
Bluebells
Swinging
I see in a distant wind
But sorrow
And silence
Are the wood's threnody
The silence for you
And the sorrow for me
Oh the sorrow
The sorrow's for
Me
And I have all I need
This song for you
And the memory
For me
A blackbird singing
