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Autumn Song Of The Swallow.

The sky is dark and the air is full of snow,

I go to a warmer clime afar and away;

Though my heart is so tired I do not care for it now,

But here in my empty nest I cannot stay;

Thus cried the swallow,

I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me - oh, follow.

One night my mate came home with a broken wing,

So he died; and my brood went long ago;

And I am alone, and I have no heart to sing,

With no one to hear my song, and I must go;

Thus cried the swallow,

Away from dust and decay, oh, follow me - oh, follow.

But I think I will never find so warm and safe a nest,

As my home, in the pleasant days gone by, gone by,

I think I shall never fold my wings in such happy rest,

Never again - oh, never again till I die;

Thus cried the swallow,

But I go from the falling snow, oh, follow me - oh, follow.