COVE POND

Lyrics

Little black-capped chickadee
(alder, spruce and pine),
Huddled in the branches,
Then fluttering in flight,

In the dim December dawn,
I’m glad to find you here.
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
The darkest time of year.

Winter’s gonna have her way,
But snow won’t dull the echoes
Of your twitter in the trees,
A calm that comforts me.

Gather up your store of seeds
You’ve hid for harder times.
I hope that you don’t mind
The dark december nights.

(Instrumental Break)

Winter’s gonna have her way,
But snow won’t dull the echoes
Of your twitter in the trees,
A call that comforts me.

Gather up your store of seeds
You’ve hid for harder times.
I hope that you don’t mind
The cold December nights.

Little black-capped chickadee
Spread your little wings.
Frighten off the winter -
Threaten it with spring.

Summer’s gonna come your way.
Flower will fill the meadows,
With you flitting in the breeze,
You little chickadee.

Gather up a store of seeds
To hide for harder times,
In hopes that you won’t mind
The dark December nights.