The birds have br Fled and nestlings br Flown away br No company and br All alone am I. br br I stand here br With all my beauty gone br Uncovered, naked br Facing winter's br Cold. br br New strength br I draw from deep within br My roots br Till winter goes br br Then I'll again br Be dressed in fairest green. br My leaves will grow br and flowers will bloom again. br br The weaver birds br Will come and make their home br Till fledglings fly once more br To warmer clime.