The Wren by Liza Lehmann Lyrics

A wren just under my window
Has suddenly, sweetly sung;
He woke me from my slumbers
With his sweet shrill tongue

It was so very early
The dew-drops were not dry
And pearly cloudlets floated
Across the rosy sky

His nest is in the ivy
Where his little wife sits all day
And by her side he sings to her
And never flies far away