[Verse] In the hush of dawn's first light Where oak and willow stand tall Composers find their dreams alight With the thrush's beck and call [Verse 2] A robin weaves a melody So raw Untouched by man Its notes inspire symphony In hearts where dreams began [Chorus] And then there's the cuckoo's sound Echoing through the wood In its song A truth is found Where nature's voice stood [Verse 3] The blackbird's tune A haunting thread A whisper of days gone by Its cadence fills the heart with dread Yet lifts it to the sky [Verse 4] Beneath the lark's ascending glee A composer pens his line Caught in the wild's euphony Where thoughts of rapture twine [Chorus] And then there's the cuckoo's call A note so pure and clear It rings within the concert hall And chases away the fear
