Blackbird stands on autumn leaves Which in the sweet air crack and freeze With breeze they softly are stirred Never a sound so sweet has he heard This bird now knows just what it means To find an everlasting world, or so it seems Although his dreams have never let him fly Nonetheless his life ticks by In time But blackbird soon must depart too Sometime wander off into the blue And through my gate this very night Love finally will take its flight Contrite, but not without a rueful smile Then God and I shall talk awhile Of trials which face this lonely bird Much would God say, but not a word However sweet Has a lonesome soul ever heard