I walked down the hall were the woods used to stand
Concrete at my feet brickwalls at every hand
and over my head steel girders so strong
were I first felt the spell of the Wood thrush's song
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Now the Wood thrush's has vanished
seeking the place thats not felt the crush of mans embrace
the steep woods are gone now and oh How long to again feel the spell of the wood thrushes song
Over my head just a few years ago the poplar leaves shivered when the breezes did blow now the deep home of engines drowns the soft sigh of the wind in the leaves in the few trees near by
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Man is the inventor the builder the sage the writer and seeker of truth by the page but all of his knowledge can never explain the deep mystery of the wood thrush's refrain
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