The Key-Note

Lyrics

Where are the songs I used to know,         Where are the notes I used to sing?         I have forgotten everything I used to know so long ago; Summer has followed after Spring;         Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere, I scarcely think a sadder thing         Can be the Winter of my year. Yet Robin sings through Winter's rest,         When bushes put their berries on;         While they their ruddy jewels don, He sings out of a ruddy breast; The hips and haws and ruddy breast         Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie They break and cheer the unlovely rest         Of Winter's pause--and why not I?