Somewhere

Somewhere in the morning gray In the woodlands far away Songbirds pipe their melodies On the green and leafy trees. Somewhere there's a mountain rill Rippling down a grassy hill Near where snowdrops bloom as white as snow And where the shy cock pheasant crow. Somewhere with the joys of Spring Small brown skylark takes to wing And carolling upwards as he fly Towards the gray clouds of the sky. Somewhere chaffinch on her nest With her eggs warm beneath her breast Listens to her mate's aggressive song Around his borders all day long. Somewhere in a river near the bank Where the water reeds grow rank Moorhen utters her shrill cry To warn her young of enemy nearby. Somewhere in a remote glen On the grass outside their den Red cub foxes roll and play In the twilight of the day. Somewhere in the morning gray North of here and miles away Shy birds build their nests and sing In the green woods of the Spring.