It was only a bird call at evening,

From some boughs silhouetted by sky,

But its melody so filled the twilight,

That the world seemed to fade from my eyes.

There are days when all hope seems forgotten,

And the weight of the world closes in,

But it's then I go back in my memory,

And that melody starts once again.

It was only a tree bough in childhood,

Where I lordly surveyed the world round,

But the peace in that most special arbor,

Was a joy that I've never since found.

There are nights that seem endless and dreary,

And the gloom in my soul deeper still,

But a vision I see of that faraway tree,

soon eases the sorrow I feel.