from above ...

At My Window
words by Nella, music by Henry Parker

When the golden morn is breaking
Thro' the mists that veil the lake,
Ere the daisy stars awake;
Through my casement, flower surrounded,
Comes a cadence, clear and strong.
'Tis a bird that breaks the silence
With a sudden burst of song.

Oh! happy bird, sing on for aye,
Thy carol blithe and free,
Thy music speaks of love and home,
Then sing, oh! sing to me!

Cheers, S. in Seattle