The Township of King

She's lived alone in a little home

By the Township of King

In the morning she'd feed the birds

And listen to them sing

From the words they flock to her

Knowing she would do no harm

Flying over the patchwork quilt

Of the fields and the farms

Of the fields and farms, oh yeah

Then one day a yellow bird

Landed on her hand

Devoted, it sang to her

So that she could understand

It warned of the trucks coming up the road

Full of concrete and steel

Come to cut down all the trees

And pave over the field

Oh oh oh

Come come, the sky is grey

Come come, we'll find a way

They were building an amusement park

Where the forest once did stand

With gypsum built a mountain

And they'll call it Wonderland

I will feed you and care for you

Until you are strong and tall

And I will climb upon your back

And we'll fly away in the fall

We'll fly away, fly away

Come come, the sky is grey

Come come, we'll find a way

Then one day they flew away

And it was the strangest thing

To watch them all fly as she waved goodbye

To the Township of King

To the Township of King, oh yeah