There’s a bird
In the heavens
And I heard her call a name
But the wind would blend the vowels
Playing tricks and child’s games

And the wind
I can’t blame him
Though I tried, I couldn’t tame him
I know him well and can’t estrange him
He’s my cry and call to fame

So he blows me ’round
Knocks me down
Laughs at the bees and trees

If he likes, he does
Just because
And he sure does sound like me

There’s an eagle
And a rabbit
Formed a friendship from a habit
If one wails the other smacks it
They’re okay

And the wind
Blows behind them
It’s their rhythm and their haven
Turning parlors into sanctums
They won’t wait

So they’re growing old
Holding on
‘Fraid but not alone

If they wander wrong
Makes ’em strong
The only way they know

Some people tell them they’re
Lost to the breeze
Catching wind while flying with the geese

If they could listen through the
Days they’ve got to seize
Maybe they’d be men instead of beasts

There’s an angel
In the night
Who I couldn’t well forget
If a sinner’s sun could set
We could see

But the summer
Sun’s un-risen
Buried hope lays unforgivin’
And I wish upon the season
We could be