A Blackbird Singing

This evening at dusk i heard a blackbird sing The sound of his flute is a beautiful thing It took me to places from here far away When his kin bird sang sweetly in April and May, I heard the blackbird sing in the twilight gray And the first day of Spring is three weeks from today The blackbird he knows the Spring Goddess is near The weather grows milder at this time of year On this calm August evening his flute sounded clear A beautiful thing and so pleasant to hear In the Country Town park in day's fading light The blackbird he sings in the gloam before night By his song him i recognize though him i can't see His voice is a voice that's familiar to me.