The Cardinals Are Singing

The eastern rosella on sunlit wattle tree As beautiful a wild bird as one might wish to see But back home in America there's prettier bird than he The cardinal more beautiful or so 'twould seem to me. Back home in North Dakota all though the months of Spring In grove and wood and garden the red cardinals sing How beautiful a memory a pleasant sunlit day And the cardinals are singing in the joyful month of May. The cardinals are singing and I am far away From Northern Dakota in the U.S.of A, The country at it's greenest and the sunshine in the sky And the cardinals are piping their melodies of joy. The cardinals are singing back in the old home place He fought to hide his feelings, the tears flowed down his face A tear for North Dakota where life for him began The memories of the homeplace stay with the migrant man. The eastern rosella on sunlit wattle tree The fairest of the fairest or so 'twould seem to me Of green, blue, red and yellow so beautiful to see But the American thought different and he chose to disagree.