Edward MacDowell - The Robin Sings in the Apple-Tree
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The robin sings in the apple tree
The blackbird swings on the thorn
The day grows old and silence falls
Leaving my heart forlorn
Night brings rest to many a soul
Yet mine is dark with woe;
Can I forget the days gone by
When my love I whispered low?
O robin, and thou blackbird brave
My songs of love have died
How could you sing as in byegone days
When she was at my side?
The blackbird swings on the thorn
The day grows old and silence falls
Leaving my heart forlorn
Night brings rest to many a soul
Yet mine is dark with woe;
Can I forget the days gone by
When my love I whispered low?
O robin, and thou blackbird brave
My songs of love have died
How could you sing as in byegone days
When she was at my side?
