the birds they sang

Bill Bumpus's picture

at the break of day

start again

i heard them say

don't dwell

on what has passed away

or what is yet to be

the wars

they will be fought again

the holy dove

will be caught again

bought and sold

and bought again

the dove is never free

ring the bells

that still can ring


your perfect offering

there is a crack

in everything

that's how the light gets in

we asked for signs

the signs were sent

the birth betrayed

the marriage spent

the widowhood

of every government

signs for all to see

i can't run no more

with that lawless crowd

while the killers in high places

say their prayers out loud

but they've summoned up a thundercloud

they're gonna hear from me

you can add up the parts

you won't have the sum

you can strike up the march

there is no drum

every heart to love will come

but like a refugee