Everyone was a bird One One Out of sight Everyone was a bird Sung with words Words Everyone was a bird One One Out of sight There's a red kite flying above the pines There's a black crow sat on the phone line Skylarks fly the gray of sky And we too follow the hillside Through the stone piles up to the copper mine Through the slate turns up to the slow vine Follow rich to the eastern side To see concrete towers and plowlines Concrete towers and plowlines But there's a red kite flying above the pines There's a black crow sat on the phone line Skylarks fly the gray of the sky And we too follow the hillside Still here Half dark Still here Half dark Everyone was a bird Sung with words Through the stone piles up to the copper mine Through the slate turns up to slow vine Follow rich to the eastern side To see concrete towers and plowlines Concrete towers and plowlines Still here Half dark Still here Half dark Still here Half dark Everyone was a bird Sung with words Words