Early one morning (Hakka Muggies)

Early one morning, Before the sun had risen, I heard a bluebird In the fields gayly sing, "South winds are blowing, Green grass is growing, We come to herald the merry Spring." One Autumn afternoon, Just as the sun was setting, I heard a bluebird On a tree pipe a song, "Farewell! we're going; Cold winds are blowing; But we'll be back when the days grow long."