Seven birds sing to me in the morning

From a tree on the block

I know there are winter

Birds and summer birds

I cannot tell which is which, there

Are different sounds one

I believe is a blue jay’s call

They sing, I get up, no alarm

Nothing to do but listen when they

Sing I sleep and then leisurely

Open my eyes in the winter I

Pray before waking in the spring

I have too much to hide, do not disclose

That I am sleeping to avoid the

Day the work even joy I would gain

If I could sing to awaken you, my love.