Birds On Sunday

Well I went walking in the woods Sunday

Dragged my feet through the undergrowth

Stumbling upon a bird instead

Singing songs sweet of hope and…

So I went back there the very next day

Found no trace of the sweet song

Dragged my feet just the very same way

But no melody rang home

No birds to sing

No bird

Waiting there to blessed my roam

No melody

No melody to save

Ringing out with sacred tones

No melody

No melody to sing

No bird to sing

Why won’t those birds begin?

To sing…

Well I went walking in the woods Sunday