When the birds sing in the treetops Nellie dear
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The little brook is singing o'er the meadow;
it lingers 'mid the forrest and the green.
The little birds are happy in its shadow.
The world to me, seemed but a sweet, young dream.

'twas there I said goodbye to you forever.
I asked you would you care to wait for me.
'Though years have passed away I can't foreget you;
and how I took you in my arms, to say...

Chorus
When the birds sing in the treetops,songs of beauty Nellie dear.
And all nature booms to tell the coming spring.
I'll be waiting there for you; with a heart that's found and true,
when the birds sing in the treetops Nellie dear.

The winter winds are sighing o'er the meadow
the woodlands are adrift with fallen snow.
The song birds long ago have ceased to warble.
The brook is still beneath the icy flow.

From yonder hill I see a shaft of marble;
that glitters 'neath the setting of the sun.
I tremble as the brown leaves hurl about me.
With tear dimmed eyes I think of days long gone.