How sweet the merry bluebirds sing,
To laugh away the busy sting,
From day to day their happy tune
Blocks away the dreadful gloom.
How sweet the nightingale song
to brush away sadness throng
and through the beauty of the day
the notes ring clear through heaven's bay
How sweet canary's song does drift,
Swift melody to clear the worry
From creation, beauty defines,
The music that brings to mind.
How sweet the child,
Whose eyes shine bright,
To capture light in Heaven's find
Sweet child, Sweet child of mine.
