Noel Of Small Birds

Day 72: During the years when I used to play Celtic harp and perform professionally, I wrote much of my own material. Most of it was instrumental, but occasionally, I'd compose a song.

Noel of Small Birds

All the birds of winter gather in to find a shelter,
Begging for a bit of food and warmth in the cold weather.

From their homes in barren trees, sparrows go, and chickadees.
Finches search for bright berries, flying back with treasure.

From a journey returning laden, they sing merrily.
Song fills the sky, and the snow is so white
And red the rowan tree.

Gifts of Man shall help in need, crumbs of bread and scattered seed.
Thankful small birds all indeed, merry to a feather!

Singing, soaring over the forest, freely they shall fly.
Dance on the wind over moorland and glen
In the sparkling winter sky.

All the birds of winter gather in to find a shelter,
Begging for a bit of food and warmth in the cold weather.

All along the hedgerow gay, birdsong beckons in the day,
From the holly and the bay, and the hoary heather.

Tiny birds take wing to go wassailing. Questing they shall go.
Thicket and bush for a moment are hushed
By the silence of the snow.

Masters of their frosty hall, they announce the minstrel's callm
Pleasure to accord to all, singing all together.

Thus their carol rises unbounded, joyful hearts in flight.
Echoing trills lie like mist on the hills
On a starry winter night.