On her nest, with her young
Sat the starling in the steeple
While below the great bell swung
To the church to call the people
"Mother, mother", cried the starlings
"What is that? oh mother, tell!"
"Don't be frightened, little darlings
'Tis the great church bell
Ringing out its solemn warning
That the people far and near
All may know 'tis Sunday morning
And make haste to gather here
While the organ's sweetly playing
Little birds need have no fear!
While below the folk are praying
You can sing your hymns up here!"
Other Liza Lehmann songs:
all Liza Lehmann songs all songs from 1907