I Used To Think

I used to think on Spring twilights he sang his song for me The gold billed blackbird by my first home upon the cypress tree But i was green to Nature's ways and thought had proved me wrong It is to proclaim their territory that inspire birds to song Old memories do live on in us as long as the gift of memory with us stay Each time i hear a blackbird sing it takes me to far away To the old grove by the roadway in the prime of the Spring The marvelous gift of memory is an amazing thing When Nature's feathered minstrels sung at their best in May The beauty of their singing lives in my mind today But for the purpose of road widening the Council Workers cut down the grove trees And all i have left of the past are fading memories Of an old grove by a roadway that once used to be And time that does not wait for anyone why should it wait for me?