David Cooper - Song Of The Bird lyrics

[Verse 1: Barabajagal] Singer I hear your notes I hear your call And my own Manhattan with spires The sparkling hurried tides and the ships And the city at hand with dwellings so dense [Chorus: Barabajagal] Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird [Verse 2: Barabajagal] Singer you're the wreck of the beautiful And my own Manhattan with spires Show the clouds and the trails' trips Into the deep recesses [Chorus: Barabajagal] Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird [Bridge: Barabajagal] Pa**ing vision and pa**ing nights Pa**ing hands and lucid lights With the knowledge of d**h at my side I fled forth to the receiving night Down to the waters shores Down the dim swamp path Pa**ing the cedars and ghostly pines And the singer shyly sang for me Pa**ing hands of the trees Until the charm of the carol held me As I held hands in the night And my voice sang the song of the bird [Chorus: Barabajagal] Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird Sing on from the swap and the bushes Pour your chant and Sing on sing on you grey brown bird