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Henry Kendall - The Curlew Song
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The viewless blast flies moaning past,
 Away to the forest trees,
Where giant pines and leafless vines
 Bend `neath the wandering breeze!
From ferny streams, unearthly screams
 Are heard in the midnight blue;
As afar they roam to the shepherd`s home,
 The shrieks of the wild Curlew!
    As afar they roam
    To the shepherd`s home,
 The shrieks of the wild Curlew!

The mists are curled o`er a dark-faced world,
 And the shadows sleep around,
Where the clear lagoon reflects the moon
 In her hazy glory crowned;
While dingoes howl, and wake the growl
 Of the watchdog brave and true;
Whose loud, rough bark shoots up in the dark,
 With the song of the lone Curlew!
    Whose loud, rough bark
    Shoots up in the dark,
 With the song of the lone Curlew!

Near herby banks the dark green ranks
 Of the rushes stoop to drink;
And the ripples chime, in a measured time,
 On the smooth and mossy brink;
As wind-breaths sigh, and pass, and die,
 To start from the swamps anew,
And join again o`er ridge and plain
 With the wails of the sad Curlew!
    And join again
    O`er ridge and plain
 With the wails of the sad Curlew!

The clouds are thrown around the cone
 Of the mountain bare and high,
(Whose craggy peak uprears to the cheek —
 To the face of the sombre sky)
When down beneath the foggy wreath,
 Full many a gully through,
They rend the air, like cries of despair,
 The screams of the wild Curlew!
    They rend the air,
    Like cries of despair,
 The screams of the wild Curlew!

The viewless blast flies moaning past,
 Away to the forest trees;
Where giant pines and leafless vines
 Bend `neath the wandering breeze!
From ferny streams, unearthly screams
 Are heard in the midnight blue;
As afar they roam to the shepherd`s home,
 The shrieks of the wild Curlew!
    As afar they roam
    To the shepherd`s home,
 The shrieks of the wild Curlew!
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