The Wood Thrush's Song

I walked down the hall where the woods used to stand

Concrete at my feet, brick walls at every hand

And over my head steel girders so strong

Where I first felt the spell of the Wood Thrush's songNow the Wood Thrush has vanished, seeking the place

That's not felt the crush of man's embrace

The steep woods are gone now, and oh, how I long

To again feel the spell of the Wood Thrush's songOver my head just a few years ago

The poplar leaves shivered when the breezes did blow

Now the deep hum of engines drowns the soft sigh

Of the wind in the leaves of the few trees nearbyMan is the inventor, the builder, the sage

The writer and seeker of truth by the page

But all of his knowledge can never explain

The deep mystery of the Wood Thrush refrain