I'Ll Ask A Bluebird…

I'll ask a bluebird To sing a summer song Tones so lovely slurred For life is coming along Each day and night tender Of love songs in the air My thoughts to this surrender In tunes of moments fair I'll ask a thrush that plays Its summer forest songs Why each of them dallies To a heart that longs When breezy are the leaves Of the wandering hour With many thoughts of eves For the meadow flower Night of late shall come To every summer singing Growing on tincturing blossom An end to their dreams bringing For love shall fly away Into another living wave Where flowers in wind sway With the new songs to crave