Season of Autumn will soon be over
Bluebirds in my trees will fly away
Taking with them my morning pleasure
The best part of enjoyment in my day.
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Their nests will be empty and barren
Withering in cold of winter's gloom
No sweet bird chirpings will I hear
Which kept my heart singing a tune.
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They'll have to fly so very far away
To where sunshine beckons their way
Looking for a new warm place to nest
Away from cold winds they must rest.
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I pray to be here within a year from now
When they return with their cheerful sounds
I know they will be looking once more for me
Chirping on the same old tree on my grounds
