The Woodpigeon by Liza Lehmann Lyrics

When the harvest all was gathered
In the sunny autumn weather
To the greenwood, blithe and merry
We went nutting all together;

And as the woods we wander'd
So dim and dark and green
We heard a sweet voice calling
Though no one could be seen:

"Two sticks across
And a little bit of moss;
It'll do, it'll do it'll do, Coo, coo, coo"

The wild things of the woodlands
Scarce seemed of us afraid;
The blue Jay flash'd before us
And the squirrel near us played

We ate our nuts and rested
On a fallen tree, moss-grown
And still a voice kept calling
In the softest, tend'rest tone:
"Two sticks across
And a little bit of moss;
It'll do, it'll do it'll do, Coo, coo, coo"