Because people are living longer, many of us have parents or grandparents or friends who find themselves dating again after the loss of a spouse. In this case, the Farmer (the Tree) is talking to his girlfriend (the Bird).
Lyrics
The Farmer and the Snowbird Brad Maurer
I see you ruffled in the early fall
And you keep glancing at the sky
The days are growing short again
And I know that soon you’ll fly
Back to the South again
I could no more walk away from here
Than the oak tree in the yard
My roots run deep in this rich dark soil
And even though my leaves are brown and dry
I will not fly away
So I’ll wait for a breezy morning
In March or May
When the sun is warming the earth again
And I’ll see that the time is right
For you and all your feathered friends to fly
Back home to me again
I’ll walk outside on a winter day
And hold my arms up to the sky
I’ll feel the cold hard ground beneath my feet
And I’ll try not to wonder why
You are not here with me
For forty years here my wife and I
Watched the birds return to our trees
Now she’s gone and though I miss her so
I think the time is right for you
To build you nest with me
So I’ll wait for a breezy morning
In March or May
When the sun is warming the earth again
And I’ll see that the time is right
For you and all your feathered friends to fly
Back home to me again
