The song a robin sings

Trough years of endless springs

The murmur of a brook at eventide

That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide

A great symphonic theme

That's Stella by starlight

And not a dream

My heart and I agree

She's everything on earth to me







A great symphonic theme

That's Stella by starlight

And not a dream

My heart and I agree

She's everything on earth to me





TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: eventide = The time of evening; evening. [Poetic.] --Spenser.