HEIGH HO, THE RAIN

The Lark that in heaven dim

Can match a rainy hour

With his own music's shower,

Can make me sing like him —

Heigh ho! The rain!

Sing — when a Nightingale

Pours forth her own sweet soul

To hear dread thunder roll

Into a tearful tale —

Heigh ho! The rain!

Sing — when a Sparrow's seen

Trying to lie at rest

By pressing his warm breast

To leaves so wet and green —

Heigh ho! The rain!