From the recording Songbird
Lyrics
Oh come on sing to me, oh little bird
Tomorrow’s song
And we’ll think a bit ahead of us
And love the thought we’re on
While laying in a field
Clouds overhead
We’ll talk about how one
Is taking shape
We’ll rise above the wheat and fray
And float away to
Our cloudy house upon the hill
I could have been a butcher like
My dad before
But then she sang
Her tune for me
And I learned the years held more
Spending days out in the field
Clouds overhead
We let our pockets empty out
But filled our heads
And our wings with gusts of air
And we lived there
Our cloudy house upon the hill
My canary cut her hair
On a whim
She must’ve sighed a thousand times
For her locks to grow back in
So we waited in a field
Clouds overhead
The wind would stir us up
And blow her hair’
She’d talk how she would soon be crowned
With locks unbound on
Our cloudy house upon the hill
We are the words
We are the tune
We speak through every afternoon
And relive it every night
If people never understand
Well then they’ve never held another’s hand
And taken flight
Cause our days fly by so fast now
And dreams can last so long
Just maybe past the day the day that
We’re both gone
Oh come on sing to me, oh little bird,
Another song
The rhythm that we fall into
To move the days along
While laying in a field
clouds overhead
We lived a thousand lives
In our earthen bed
No matter where our bodies lay
We will stay in
Our cloudy house upon the hill.