Lyrics - Birdsong by Phillips Anthony

I hear the birds come greet me in my morning,
They sing the songs of love in tongues of ages past,
And all the while a vision is unfolding,
The
Moorhen pipes at me, "don't sleep the day away".
And so with cautious steps
I treada measured path through vale and rook,and many signs you'd want to take me with you.
And
I go down to the
Landing,
Heron's
Flood flows on storm-clothed
As the harbour lights guide the wanderers home.
I see the sun come greet me in his dawning,
He holds the seed of life within his aged hands.
And, in the sky, a vast procession streaming,
Royal banners held aloft to mark the halcyon time.
And so
I walk in meads below,amongst the springs and weevil-gall,in myriad throngs the grass will take me with you.
And
I climb up to the
Hawk's
Throne,
Cragshorn lies at
Umbrianand the marram-slopes span the sapient sky.
I feel the night come bidding me his greeting,
He draws a glowing veil upon a sleepy world.
And in the sky the stars roll through the heavens,below, the new-hatched dove stares wondrously above.
And so to
Esma
I am cometo forge a passageway through timeand all, too soon, you'd come to take me with you.
And
I strike north to the veldt-plains,
Dorn
Ridge melts in snow-gold.
As the
Moorhenpipes the pinkery moon.
Birdsong, so sweetly, hear them calling you
Birdsong, so sweetly, hark they're calling you.

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