The Peepers' Song

The Peepers’ Song
(Claude M. Sturtevant; David P. Sturtevant/Tatema Music, BMI)

When the day’s hard toil is over at the first warm flush of spring
I love to sit and listen to the song the peepers sing
For their melancholy music windborne softly to my ears
Carries me as though by magic far across the space of years

‘Til the old home on the hillside I again in fancy see
And a little barefoot towhead that somehow resembles me
Visions of departed loved ones pass before my memory’s gaze
As the peepers set me dreaming of my childhood’s happy days

Vagrant bits of childish fancy that somewhere in memory cling
Past my inner gaze are wafted on the first warm breath of spring
And the ghosts of old ambition that a year have dormant lain
Are awakened by the peepers and go haunting through my brain

‘Til I feel a gentle sadness as my memories o’er me throng
Sitting in the fading twilight listening to the peepers' song