I pull the curtains on the blackbird’s song

The youth of the year’s calling

I’m safe indoors

Stoke up the fire

Let winter last so long

That spring will come

Too late

Too late for me

The blackbird's song

It only brings back a past ache

Let young ears hear the blackbird’s song

As old ears quake

This dusk time is too raw for me

A time of adventure and of yearning

I hate to hear the blackbird's song

The sound of another year turning

I long for darkness and for sleep

And silence to rule in my kingdom

I don’t want the searching need

Of daylight lengthening

And blackbirds singing