It's A Year Almost That I Have Not Seen Her: Oh, Last Summer Green Things Were Greener, Brambles Fewer, The Blue Sky Bluer. It's Surely Summer, For There'S A Swallow: Come One Swallow, His Mate Will Follow, The Bird Race Quicken And Wheel And Thicken. Oh Happy Swallow Whose Mate Will Follow O'Er Height, O'Er Hollow! I'd Be A Swallow, To Build This Weather One Nest Together.