Song In Stone

Songbirds in the morning, had my head lost in the tall trees

I knew well, well I would say

Dreaming my dry weeds

Stray light finds its way to all of us

Say something green, it comes back

Sign light on my lips, let 'em kiss, dark leaves

Let the hands of the wrong prophets heal me all they should

Let the wine of the poison Jesus says tastes good

And all those trees lay down if you were a bird and fell into my arms

If I wrote your song in stone

If I wore your wings back home

Where the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home

Give this to the gray, it comes back gold

Birds of the morning, they may know

Know more than us, giving their hymns for life

Let the waves on the wrong water say what they will say

While the wind and the broken branches float me away

All tall tree lay down if you were the bird who fell into my arms

I could write your song in stone

I could wear your wings back home

Where the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home