Birds

Through the charred black winter trees

I hear their voices sing to me

Fearsome black birds crying high

But there'll be no warning when I die

Some lonesome sparrow saying don't you know, that you're gone forever when you go

Oh, and I hear them calling

Through my window every morning

Your life dear boy means nothing

Say the birds, the birds, the birds

Then by the willow I did see

A swarm of buzzing honey bees

"Good morning honey bees" I cried

But to me they offered no reply

And that fearsome black bird answered instead

"Boy there's now a price put on your head"

Oh, and I hear 'em them calling

From my window every morning

"Your life, dear boy, means nothing"

Say the birds, the birds, the birds

No use hiding in the water

No use hiding in the sqaure

Know those eyes are looking for you everywhere

Well you'll be glad my love to hear

One morning they did all disappear

Tired of all the summer rain, they made their nest inside my brain

But don't worry darling, pay it no mind- true friends like these are hard to find

Now I no longer hear 'em calling

From my window every morning

And my life, at last means something

Say the birds, the birds, the birds