In the pines I will refuse
To join in anguished guilt and mourn
Rather will I sing the news
That in the pines I am reborn.
I am reborn and shout aloud
Dance fandango tap and tilt
While in the pines there is a cloud
Around my head all spark and gilt.
In the woods I plow the field
Plant cuckoo winding purple vines
Watch the forest quake and yield
Play more music in the pines.
But still I hear the pines rejoice
Reborn a cuckoo, sing your voice.