Songbirds in the morning

Had my head lost in the tall trees

I knew well well I would say

Dreaming my dry weeds

Stray light finds its way to all of us

Say something green it comes back

Sign light on my lips let 'em kiss

Dark leaves

Let the hands of the wrong prophets heal me

All they should

Let the wine of the poison Jesus says tastes good

And all those trees lay down

If you were a bird and fell into my arms

If I wrote your song in stone

If I wore your wings back home

Where the dreams in the backwater

Drown us far from home

Give this to the gray it comes back gold

Birds of the morning they may know

Know more than us giving their hymns for life

Let the waves on the wrong water

Say what they will say

While the wind and the broken branches float me away

All tall tree lay down

If you were the bird who fell into my arms

I could write your song in stone

I could wear your wings back home

Where the dreams in the backwater

Drown us far from home