Return Of The Redwings

O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town The redwings in their thousands journey down From cold northlands to southern places bound Again they fly back to their wintering ground In early November I can still recall In colder weather towards end of the Fall Of hearing redwings in the starry sky The migrant thrushes give voice as they fly. On their arrival they seem wild and shy But they grow tamer as the days go by And later on in weather cold and hard They even venture into the back yard. As boys on dark and windy winter night We went to hedge where redwing roost with spotter light In hope to capture one to put in cage Youth has it's fling and wisdom comes with age. But despite the wind our footsteps they did hear And the redwings flew off as we ventured near And though we never had the joy of capturing one To school boys bird lamping was always fun. O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town From cold Northlands the redwings journey down On Autumn nights you hear them in the sky As towards their southern wintering grounds they fly.