The Songthrush And The Wren

Eamon Friel Cop. Con.

On a blackthorn tree in springtime
Perched a songthrush and a wren
Along a lover’s lane
And they listened to a young man
As he spoke these words of love
It was the old refrain

Oh I love you I will love you
Love you till the mountains fall
And all the oceans spill
And he kissed her and he told her
We will build a little house
Up on a windy hill

Wren, tell me this then
Do you think they’ll be happy now
Why do you look so grim
Hush wren told the thrush
Till we hear what she has to say
I’ve my doubts about him

But a little house says she dear
On a hill would be so cold
I would prefer to be
Situated in the city
With a little love nest too
A chalet by the sea
Wren tell me this then
Do you think they will quarrel now
Are they that way inclined
Hush wren told the thrush
Ah she’s more than a match for him
But they’re two of a kind

They were holding hands together
Careless of the rustling leaves
They swore a binding vow
To be faithful to each other
Earnestly she spoke the words
Darling we’ll never row

Wren tell me this then
Now could one of these lovebirds be
More a hawk than a dove
Hush wren told the thrush
Aren”t they so sanctimonious
Where’s the laughter of love

So they stayed there looking downwards
At the objects of their gaze
Watching them from the tree
This young women and her young man
Walking back on up the lane
What would their future be

Wren tell me this then
Do you think they’ll be happy now
Will they end up alone
Hush wren told the thrush
Haven’t we better things to do
And we’ve lives of our own