David Rovics
Song the Songbird Sings
It was another Friday morningI was among the olive treesOut looking for birds to catchMy father, his friends and meI had my string and netAnd a nimble eyeThere beside the farmers' fieldsWhere the songbirds flyWhen you're catching birdsThe world disappearsAnd a thousand songs of autumnAre all that fills your earsThey sing their songs so brightlyAt the dawning of the dayThey fly back and forth over the fenceWhere we must stay awayYou can see the birds beneath the cloudsWatch them spread their wingsYou can listen to the windAnd the song the songbird singsIt's so good to come hereSo far from all the soundOf all the shooting and the shoutingLetras de cancionesAnd the tanks upon the groundI just wish I could live hereWithin this olive groveJust me, my friends and familyAnd a small wood-burning stoveYou can see the birds beneath the cloudsWatch them spread their wingsYou can listen to the windAnd the song the songbird singsLast week I caught three sparrowsIt was quite a dayNow I'm bound for gloryThat's what they sayI hear them talk about meShedding tears upon a sackInside there lies a childWith four bullets in his backYou can see the birds beneath the cloudsWatch them spread their wingsYou can listen to the windAnd the song the songbird sings
From Letras Mania