The Child And The Pigeons

You dear cooing pigeons, How gladly you fly O'er hilltop and meadow And forest trees high, Far, far away roaming; --And that too, would I!

But ever, dear pigeons, When night shades the sky And home you are coming, As gladly you fly To meet with your loved ones; --And that, too, would I!

Then, cooing together So fondly, you try To tell in what pleasures The day has passed by, Your every joy sharing; --And that, too, would I!