The Sky Is Dark And The Air Is Full Of Snow, I Go To A Warmer Clime Afar And Away; Though My Heart Is So Tired I Do Not Care For It Now, But Here In My Empty Nest I Cannot Stay; Thus Cried The Swallow, I Go From The Falling Snow, Oh, Follow Me - Oh, Follow. One Night My Mate Came Home With A Broken Wing, So He Died; And My Brood Went Long Ago; And I Am Alone, And I Have No Heart To Sing, With No One To Hear My Song, And I Must Go; Thus Cried The Swallow, Away From Dust And Decay, Oh, Follow Me - Oh, Follow. But I Think I Will Never Find So Warm And Safe A Nest, As My Home, In The Pleasant Days Gone By, Gone By, I Think I Shall Never Fold My Wings In Such Happy Rest, Never Again - Oh, Never Again Till I Die; Thus Cried The Swallow, But I Go From The Falling Snow, Oh, Follow Me - Oh, Follow.