THERE IS EVER A SONG SOMEWHERE
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, There is ever a something sings alway; There’s the song of the lark when the skies are clear. And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above either dark or fair: There Is ever a song that our hearts may hear— There is ever a song somewhere, my dear— There is ever a song somewhere. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, In the midnight black or the mid-dav blue; The robin pipts when the sun is here. And the cricket chirps the whole night through. The buds may blow and the fruit may grow, And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sere: But whether the sun or the rain or the snow, There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. —.James Whitcomb Rilev.
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Evening Star, Issue 14226, 27 November 1909, Page 8
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153THERE IS EVER A SONG SOMEWHERE Evening Star, Issue 14226, 27 November 1909, Page 8
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