Sara Teasdale - Redbirds lyrics

Redbirds, redbirds,   Long and long ago, What a honey-call you had   In hills I used to know; Redbud, buckberry,   Wild plum-tree And proud river sweeping   Southward to the sea, Brown and gold in the sun   Sparkling far below, Trailing stately round her bluffs   Where the poplars grow— Redbirds, redbirds,   Are you singing still As you sang one May day   On Saxton's Hill?