Maxioms by John Logan
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in read more
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er read more
Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.
