Acony Bell

The fairest bloom the mountain know

Is not an Iris or a wild rose

But little flower of which I'll tell

Known as brave acony bellJust a simple flower so small and plain

With a pearly hue and a little known name

But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom

For they know that spring is coming soonWell, it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills

Where the snow lie deep on the windy hills

And it tells the world, "Why should I wait

This ice and snow is gonna melt away"And so I'll sing that yellow bird's song

For the troubled times will soon be gone