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Henry Kendall - The Curlew SongHenry 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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