Edward MacDowell — The Robin Sings in the Apple-Tree

The robin sings in the apple tree The blackbird swings on the thorn The day grows old and silence falls Leaving my heart forlorn Night brings rest to many a soul Yet mine is dark with woe; Can I forget the days gone by When my love I whispered low? O robin, and thou blackbird brave My songs of love have died How could you sing as in byegone days When she was at my side?