What does it matter that you sing,
High up in yonder tree,
For your song is not for me,
And to sing
Is such a temporary thing
What does it matter that you sing,
High up in yonder tree,
For your song is not for me,
And to sing
Is such a temporary thing
Ah, but singing is such a joy while it lasts, Kevin. Lovely poem.
Many thanks for your comment. Yes singing (and life) are, indeed a joy while they last.