The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
The birds are sweetly singing
Streaming like sparrows
The great star in the sky
And on that hill
Are 30 red houses
30 red houses, upon a red hill
And 30 dead horsies, upon a dead hill
I stand on white hill- and red hill- and green hill
There's 30 great horsies arising
But let's just take four- a sweet number
Just add one to the Trinity
The Monad to the Triad
The stars as grammar or use knife
Scan the stars
The light is leaving us all
We know, the light is leaving us all
Mark, and remember- remember
The Witch of Endor
Remember- remember and mark the dust in your dark home
In the tunnel
The tight black night is humming with blood
And buzzing with stars
That shoot you out like a flower
And the birds are sweetly singing
And the street lights are shot with flies
And the sun sings and sinks low
Over your bed and the birds are sweetly singing
But the light is leaving you all
And in the first book
And in the last book
And in all the books in between
And between the books and the words
There is something at war with nothing
There is someone at war with no-one
And everything at war with you
Your left eye is at war
With your right eye
And your lips are at war with your tongue
And the jaw is flaming
And just over beyond the hill
The birds sing so sweetly
And through the flames they see (That the light is leaving)
That the light (That the light is leaving)
Is leaving (That the light is leaving them)
Them all (That the light is leaving them all)