On Hearing Goldfinches

The goldfinches in small flocks they twitter and sing And the fancy in me it somehow takes to wing And i find myself back in the field by the hill On a bright Summer's day by the clear mountain rill. That to the big river babbles as it does flow And goldfinches are singing on the hedgerow And the cuckoo is calling in the wood nearby And the swallows above me they chirp as they fly. At the foot of the hill overlooking the town On a soft patch of bracken i lay me self down The skylark a small speck in the naked eye Above me is carolling in the blue sky. On the barbed wire fence by the western highway The goldfinches sing on a bright Winter's day Their distinctive notes so familiar and clear Took me to a place that is far north of here.