A blackbird singing
On a moss upholster'd stone,
Bluebells swinging,
Shadows wildly blown,

A song in the wood,
A ship on the sea,
The song was for you
and the ship was for me

A blackbird singing,
I hear in my troubled mind,
Bluebells swinging
I see in a distant wind,

But sorrow and silence
are the wood's threnody,
the silence for you,
and the sorrow for me,

A blackbird singing