Oh you joy filled birds of song,
Where has your flowered nesting gone?
Remember all that you have sung,
Your melodies to cheer us on,
This solemn day of change,
Where has your flowered nesting gone,
This day of change?
Oh you fish of stream and pond,
Sun glistens as you spin and spawn,
The waters where your fledgling play,
Grow rank with oil warm and gray.
On this solemn day of change,
Sun glistens as you spin and spawn,
This day of change.
Oh you creatures of the wood
We long to hear you call your young
Your shiny coats, on fashion thrive,
The trees lay flat where soon we'll drive,
On this solemn day of change,
We long to hear you call your young,
This day of change.
Oh you winds of Winter long
Mountain peaks, you carve upon
Their icy tops feed spring and pond,
In warming sky will snows be gone?
On this solemn day of change,
Mountain peaks you carve upon
This day of change.
