The Birds

Hi, said the blackbird sittin’ on a chair,
Once I courted a lady fair.
She proved fickle and turned her back —
ever since, I been dressed in black.

Hi, said the blue jay as she flew,
If I was a young man, I’d have two.
If one proved fickle and chanced for to go,
I’d have a new string to my bow.

Hi, said the little, little leather-winged bat,
I will tell you the reason that —
the reason that I fly in the night
is because I lost my heart to the light.

All that is and ever was,
before words, before words.
All that is and ever was —
beyond words.
Love is for the birds.

Hi, said the hawk unto the crow,
If you ain’t black then I don’t know.
Ever since old Adam been born,
you’ve bin accused of stealin’ corn.

Hi, said the crow unto the hawk,
I understand your great big talk.
You’d like to swoop down, catch a hen —
I hope the farmer shoots you then.

All that is and ever was,
before words, before words.
All that is and ever was —
beyond words.
Love is for the birds.

For the birds.
For the birds.
For the birds.