Singin’ on a Post

He sits atop a post and sings his song of love,

his warble has to be, blessed from up above.

And all the prairie knows the only sign of Spring,

is when you hear the Meadowlark open up to sing.

Days are getting’ longer, grass is turnin’ green,

that little speckled bird is searchin’ for his queen.

And if she ever hears him, she’ll fall in love for sure,

he’ll proudly stand beside her, with a love that’s pure.

So next time when ye’r ridin’ out upon the open range,

A song of love is all it takes, a lonesome heart to change.

LDT Mar ‘21

Song of the Western meadowlark: https://youtu.be/fRgU4xS06sM

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