A singer I can't see, now who could it be

I climbed up the tree, it was calling for me.

A singing bird

If it was sparrow or crow I'll never know

My knowledge is low but for one fact I bow:

It was a singing bird.

It was in May, all the snow kept at bay

And nothing here lay in my very own way

To the singing bird.

Eventually it flew, as the wind rattled through

And I my breath drew and thanked the stars true

For a singing bird