The robins and sparrows are singing, Singing the same old song They sang in the days of my childhood When the summer hours were long. O, the old, old songs of the woodland Are just as sweet today, They'll be just as sweet tomorrow, They'll be sweet forever and aye. O Mother, the songs of my childhood, The songs you used to sing To hasten the steps of the sand-man, His bundle of dreams to bring,— O, the old, old songs of my childhood Are just as sweet today, They'll be just as sweet tomorrow, They'll be sweet forever and aye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON by WILLIAM BLAKE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CHILD ALONE: 3. MY KINGDOM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON EDWARD WEBBE, ENGLISH GUNNER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ESTRANGEMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |