When April bends above me br And finds me fast asleep br Dust need not keep the secret br A live heart died to keep. br br When April tells the thrushes, br The meadow-larks will know, br And pipe the three words lightly br To all the winds that blow. br br Above his roof the swallows, br In notes like far-blown rain, br Will tell the little sparrow br Beside his window-pane. br br O sparrow, little sparrow, br When I am fast asleep, br Then tell my love the secret br That I have died to keep.