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The Birds
- Peter Hammill -

Fool's Mate (1971)

 

Spring came far too early this year
May flowers blooming in February
Should I be sad for the months
Or glad for the sky
The birds don't know which way to sing
And my friends, neither do I

Two days ago
A girl I truly thought I loved
Suddenly didn't seem to matter at all
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I'm really glad I've left behind?
The birds don't know which way to sing
And my friends, neither do I

In another day
Heavy frost will lie upon the ground
And buds prematurely
bloomed shall fail
And every creature living now
Then will surely die
The birds don't know which way to sing
And my friends, neither do I

The birds don't know
if it's time yet to fly
And they don't know which way to go
And my friend, neither do I

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