In the green boughs on the tree-top There's a nest so snug and warm; In it lies a little birdie, Safe in sunshine, safe in storm. And the wind blows through the branches, Rocks the cradle to and fro; Happy birdie, chirping, chirping, Danger birdie cannot know. See! the birght leaves hang in clusters, Curtains these for birdie are; And they guard him while he's sleeping, When his parents are afar. At eve the birdie's gentle mother Hovers o'er the cozy nest, Warbling, singing, oh so sweetly! Till her loved one is at rest. |