Near the river I stood Lost and alone No one to love me Nowhere to call home. Pondering the past The good and the bad The latter was foremost Making me sad. My tears flowed When the memories came, I went to move on Walk away from the pain. The notes of a songbird Maybe a thrush Reached to my ears From somewhere in the brush. It stopped me again I looked all around Saw something glistening Right there on the ground. The forest fell silent The songbird had ceased his glorious melody My discomfort increased. I stooped and picked up The shiny gold pin 'Twas a sweet little angel With one tiny wing. So shiny and bright Almost warm in my palm The songbird resumed His beautiful psalm. One tiny gold angel One very small bird That's all that I had In this very strange world. A peace came upon me I walked on at length Two tiny things Had renewed all my strength. Had given me solace Where there had been none I resolved then and there My life - just begun. ©Anne N. Byam 2004 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail

The Greenwood Tree
Sequenced by Barry Taylor
Taylor's Traditional Tunebook