REDBIRDS, redbirds, br Long and long ago, br What a honey-call you had br In hills I used to know; br Redbud, buckberry, br Wild plum-tree br And proud river sweeping br Southward to the sea, br Brown and gold in the sun br Sparkling far below, br Trailing stately round her bluffs br Where the poplars grow— br Redbirds, redbirds, br Are you singing still br As you sang one May day br On Saxton's Hill?br br Sara Teasdalebr br