Somewhere

Somewhere in the morning gray
In the woodlands far away
Songbirds pipe their melodies
On the green and leafy trees.

Somewhere there's a mountain rill
Rippling down a grassy hill
Near where snowdrops bloom as white as snow
And where the shy cock pheasant crow.

Somewhere with the joys of Spring
Small brown skylark takes to wing
And carolling upwards as he fly
Towards the gray clouds of the sky.

Somewhere chaffinch on her nest
With her eggs warm beneath her breast
Listens to her mate's aggressive song
Around his borders all day long.

Somewhere in a river near the bank
Where the water reeds grow rank
Moorhen utters her shrill cry
To warn her young of enemy nearby.

Somewhere in a remote glen
On the grass outside their den
Red cub foxes roll and play
In the twilight of the day.

Somewhere in the morning gray
North of here and miles away
Shy birds build their nests and sing
In the green woods of the Spring.