If the song of the songbird
Could replace my wrong word
Then my dear, that's the song I would borrow
& tonight you would hear
The saddest song of the year
& you'd be mine once again come tomorrow
If the song of the swallow
Could reveal my sorrow
Then my dear, he would sing just for you
Just tonight, while in flight, on your windowsill daylight
To tell you all of my tears