Redpoll come from far away
I'm thinking maybe will she stay
She hovers at the springtime's edge
and makes her way along the sedge
Morning comes and daylight grows
melting what the darkness froze
Show your scarlet cap to me
come here close that I can see

I find you in the white birch grove
I reckon it's why my spirits hove
all a'rosy on your breast
finds you in your social best
Catkins dangle on the trees
you break apart for tiny seeds
and chatter past my window sill
belly full you fly until......

The snow is high around my door
just like it was twelve months before
three logs and the stove is full
the bed is warm I feel the pull
Shadows lengthen 'till they fall
muffled from my beck and call
Burrowed in your sleepy hole
within a breath of brother mole

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