The Birds in the Grave


If the birds all died and the trees still grew,
Would you hold my hand? Please tell me you'll do.
No singing, no flying, all hope askew?

If the birds all died and the trees still grew,
We can all drink from the grass and the dew.
Becoming birds once again, we'll cut through.

If the birds all died and the trees still grew,
My love, my love, oh, don't forget me too,
Like the birds of old whose song does not coo.

If the birds all died and the trees still grew,
Bury the evil and take fortitude,
But not our love with the bones and sinew.

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