THERE is ever a song somewhere, my dear; There is ever a something sings alway; There's the song of the lark when the skies are clear, And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves drip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear -- There is ever a song somewhere, my dear -- There is ever a song somewhere! There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, In the midnight black, or the midday blue: The robin pipes when the sun is here, And the cricket chirrups the whole night through. The buds may blow, and the fruit may grow. And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sear; But whether the sun, or the rain, or the snow, There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear -- There is ever a song somewhere, my dear -- There is ever a song somewhere! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON NO BABY IN THE HOUSE by CLARA G. DOLLIVER THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN |