Yearning for Spring
I am the Magpie.
When Winter came, I flew South;
“It’s warmer there,” they said.
Will I ever see my home again?
When Winter came, I flew South,
But I will return home in the Spring.
Will I ever see my home again?
My nest is empty
But I will return home in the Spring.
It’s cold here too, without a warm home;
My nest is empty.
What month is it anyway?
It’s cold here too without a warm home.
My nest was complete back home,
What month is it anyway?
It was supposed to be warmer here!
My nest was complete back home;
Beautiful as could be.
It was supposed to be warmer here!
They said it was
Beautiful as could be,
And I believed them.
They said it was
Going to be Spring again,
And I believed them.
It’s never
Going to be Spring again,
And I am never going home.