Clocking off - beautifully - at the end of a good life.
Birdsong
Lyrics by Mick Evans
Sat on a desert island
playing his favourite song -
plenty of food - plenty of water
the tide creeps back then it’s gone
Sat in his favourite moment
counting the birds in his trees -
singing him songs - this fine summer long
singing whatever they please
And like a Birdsong
fills the sky with gold
it’s a beautiful day -
wind whispers his name
waves wash where he lay -
and like a Birdsong
he floats away
Sat in his favourite armchair
sharing a joke with himself -
closes his eyes - sails with the tide
with only a birdsong to help
And like a Birdsong
fills the sky with gold
it’s a beautiful day -
wind whispers his name
waves wash where he lay -
and like a Birdsong
he floats away
Sweet nothings
something to say -
wipe a tear - wipe a smile
gonna be OK - gonna be OK
And like a Birdsong
fills the sky with gold
it’s a beautiful day -
wind whispers his name
waves wash where he lay
and like a Birdsong
he floats away
Like a Birdsong
he fills the sky with gold -
floats away