Bird

I met a bird.
A small small small small bird.
It wanted to fly but it couldnt fly high enough.
And the tears flowed....
Flowed like a river.....
I looked out my window and I saw a red figure
And then it was blue, and then it was yellow
And the yellow turned green
Green with the grass on the Glade

The chain was gone
The circle moved to the third
And the cold wind blew
On that lonely road to Bowles

Oh that lonely road to Bowles
Was it really that lonely?
For my brothers await
And together we drink till tonight
And we drink till tomorrow
For I met a bird
And it taught me to fly