You sang me a song, 'Twas the close of the year, Sing again! I do not remember the name Or the words, 'T is the same You listen to hear When the window is open in spring And the air 's full of birds; One calls from the branch some rare thing And one sings on the wing The refrain.
You sang me a song, My heart thrilled to hear. The refrain Has run like a fillet of gold Through the woof Of the cold, Dark days of this year. To-night there 's a year at its start, The birds are aloof: But your eyes hold the sun for my part And the Spring 's in your heart, Sing again!
