"That's The Wise Thrush ....
.... he sings each song
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!"
This song thrush sings lustily from the top of a tall ash tree in our garden. The tree was a sapling in the hedge when I first came here fifty years ago. I asked the hedge cutting contractor to save it. He was surprised as ashes were thought of locally as 'weed trees'. These days many are affected by ash die-back but thankfully this one is hanging in there.
I've been singing There Is A Green Hill to Ollie dog while we were butterfly hunting.