When The Cold Northern Winds

When the cold northern winds through the bleak North-lands blow And their home fields and woods are covered in late Autumn snow The mottled brown redwing thrushes for to Winter fly south Migration for them is part of what survival is about They return again to mate and breed in their home places in Spring To build their nests, raise their young and the males their territorial songs sing Even in the cooler southern places they migrate to Winter can be wet and cold And few redwing thrushes do live to grow old Above the fields on many a November night I used to hear them chirping when migrating in the moonlight This is going back the years to many decades ago To when i was younger before time became my foe Though time has left me weary and looking gray Good memories live on as the wise one does say.