Birds of the Seasons


Birds of the seasons fly away
Across the land and sea
And when they return to the bay
They become the key
To saving the day

Banshee's call to dead sailors
As their ships break on shore
They're souls taken by the jailers
Of long lost lore

The sun like a dream
Sings to the birds of the seasons
And calls them home

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