The Melancholic Tunes
The Melancholic Tunes
Across the hills and brook,
In the mist of an open vale,
sings a chirpy nightingale!
Over the meadows and trees,
As she sits on daffodils,
Her voice dipped in melodies,
She sings a melancholic tale!
Her heart aches when she creates,
The notes of a soothing refrain,
Did you agree to her euphemy?
As she serenades with her symphony!
