Lilly's leaning in the window at the third floor In the early morning She's enchanted by the birdsong A sip of hot black coffee The quiet and the birdsong Lilly's looking at the empty streets below Where crowds of people use to rush on by Past the sideshows and the busstop Not this morning They all have yielded the birdsong Now that all the noise has died down Now that all the noise has died down So Lilly draws the windows open wide She enchanted by the birdsong and the quiet She is keeping all the windows open wide So enchanted by the birdsong and the quiet The sunlight paints the chimneys on the roof Kaleidoscopic mirrors All the windows at the front side of the houses The larks have gathered Starlings on the high wires and the swallows They all join the birdsong So Lilly draws the windows open wide She enchanted by the birdsong and the quiet She is keeping all the windows open wide So enchanted by the birdsong and the quiet