When the blackbird in the spring, on the willow tree,
Sat and rocked, I heard him sing, singing Aura Lee
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee, And swallows in the air.
In thy blush the rose was born, music when you spake,
Through thine azure eye the morn, sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, bird of crimson wing,
Never song have sung to me, in that sweet spring.
Aura Lee! The bird may flee, the willows golden hair
Swing through winter fitfully, on the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see, gloom will soon depart,
For to me, sweet Aura Lee is sunshine through the heart.
When the mistletoe was green, midst the winter's snows,
Sunshine in thy face was seen, kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, take my golden ring,
Love and light return with thee, and swallows with the spring.
Sinead O'Connor The Singing Bird lyrics
I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
But there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
If I could lure my singing bird
From his own cozy nest
If I could catch my singing bird
I would warm him on my breast
For there's none of them can sing so sweet
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you.
My singing bird as you.
Good morning, good morning
Nature hums when morning comes along
Day's dawning, stop yawning
And begin to join me in my song
Early bird, up at break of day
Early bird, sing the dark away
Early birdies always catch a worm or two
So don't be late you've got a date
Your worm is awaiting you
Sleepy head, never see the sun
Stay a-beds, always miss the fun
Whistle in the morning
Send the worm a warning
Sleepy Head, tumble out of bed
Be a little early bird
Hey what did the bluejay say
To the little sparrow
On the fence one day
Say you'll never guess, so I
Will tell you what I overheard while passing by
The bluejay said how do you do
Mr sparrow how are you
The sparrow said how do I do
I do just as I please and then away he flew
Hey what did the bluejay say
To the little sparrow as he flew away
Say nobody ever heard
Because he didn't get a chance to say a word
The bluejay didn't notice that
On the fence there was a cat
The sparrow flew but the bluejay sat
And now he's just a little bird on Nellie's hat
She's only a bird in a guilded cage
A beautiful sight to see
You may think she's happy and free from care
She's not, though she seems to be
'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life
For youth cannot mate with age
Her beauty was sold, for an old man's gold
She's a bird in a guilded cage
Catbirds and cornfields daydreams together
Riding on the roadside the dust gets in your eyes
Reveling, disheveling the summer nights can bring
Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses
GUS THE MYNAH BIRD
A military regime in democratic disguise
That lies in all impunity
That takes apart what it took people years to build
Public institutions that promised a decent life
Self determination should be fact,
Not essentially a right
There are the lobbies, insurance companies
Who want to change the whole country
Into a vast commercial counter for the pure consumer
The promise to give the generals a better place
Self determination should be fact in the face of corruption
When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
[chorus]
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying and I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King
Yes, but it bears repeating.
The cuckoo, he sits on his perch,
in the hole,
at the door,
to his home,
that's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
If I could, I would stop the passage of time.
So I would be able to recapture the memories I've lost.
But I sit on my perch,
in the hole,
at the door,
to my home,
that's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
The cuckoo, he sits in anticipation of the impending time situation.
The cuckoo, he knows it is time to move on and to spread its old wings and to
fly back to heaven.
The cuckoo, alas, he is made out of wood,
like the door,
to his home,
that's the clock.
It goes tick-tock.
and the peace of its gentle wings
it's an omen of better things
I've been waking witht he same pain
that makes me want to sleep
and dream of a red bird
So build us a nest, for I've chosen to leave
for I am so heavy here
Come to me tonight and I'll be waiting
with my wings
I will of left the weight behind me that
the blood of men brings
where there once was despair
tonight I will be set free
and the slings and the stones that uncovered
my bones will have flown my memory
I've been dreaming of a red bird
it sings of a way out, it sings of release
it's been tapping on my window
to remind me it's waiting
and that I have a choice
So build us a nest, for I've chosen to leave
for I am so heavy here
Take me away from here
I am not equipped for such strain
Take away the fear
How do you prepare for the pain
Now I'm leaving with the red bird
And as my arms leak again
I am so happy here
Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies
She never gets lonesome till the first day of July.
I've gambled in England, and I've gambled down in Spain.
I gambled with five aces, now I've gambled my last game.
I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all of those who see me, all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly
Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are
Words and music by john denver and mike taylor
Elton John - Skyline Pigeon Lyrics
Turn me loose from your hands
Let me fly to distant lands
Over green fields, trees and mountains
Flowers and forest fountains
Home along the lanes of the skyway
For this dark and lonely room
Projects a shadow cast in gloom
And my eyes are mirrors
Of the world outside
Thinking of the way
That the wind can turn the tide
And these shadows turn
From purple into grey
For just a Skyline Pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting for the day
He can spread his wings
And fly away again
Fly away skyline pigeon fly
Towards the dreams
You've left so very far behind
Just let me wake up in the morning
To the smell of new mown hay
To laugh and cry, to live and die
In the brightness of my day
I want to hear the pealing bells
Of distant churches sing
But most of all please free me
From this aching metal ring
And open out this cage towards the sun
Talking to the songbird yesterday
Flew me to a past not far away
She's a little pirate in my mind
Singing songs of love to pass the time
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
A man can never dream these kinds of things
Especially when she came and spread her wings
Whispered in my ear the things I'd like
Then she flew away into the night
Gonna write a song so she can see
Give her all the love she gives to me
Talk of better days that have yet to come
Never felt this love from anyone
She's not anyone
I found Chickenhawk and Chickenhawk II by searching, but I object too strongly to the word content to post them.
this is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts there do remain
and all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens how they rattle chicken chains
Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I really lost track, here.
Who knew there were so many "bird" songs?
I'm going to try to think up something hard......
Free as a Bird - The Beatles
Free as a bird,
It's the next best thing to be free as a bird.
Home, home and dry
Like a homing bird I fly, as a bird on wings
Whatever happened to the life that we once knew
Can we really live without each other
Where did we lose the touch
That seemed to mean so much
It always made me feel so
Free as a bird,
It's the next best thing to be free as a bird.
Home home and dry
Like a homing bird I fly--a bird on wing
Whatever happened to the life that we once knew
Always made me feel soooo
Free
Free as a bird
It's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird
Free as a bird
Free as a bird
