I Hear The Blackbird Singing

I hear the blackbird singing in the warm sun of the day His voice to me familiar it takes me far away To distant woods and hedgerows scenting of the blooms of May The memories of what used to be with us our lifetime stay. A warm day in September in the Australian Spring So wonderful again to hear the glossy blackbird sing It is his breeding Season to sing he is not shy In a leafy bush in her nest his mate sits on her eggs from where he sings nearby. 'Tis not for love of song he sing those who know of Nature say But as a warning to other male blackbirds from his borders to keep away His song to me seems pleasant so beautiful to hear But to his own kind it would seem it is a thing to fear. Mother Nature wears her greenery and the sun shines in the sky And above the lush green paddock the dark winged swallows fly And the honeyeaters chirping on the blossom laden trees And the blackbird's voice is carrying in the warm and freshening breeze.