It was another Friday morning, I was among the olive trees Out looking for birds to catch – my father, his friends and me I had my string and net and a nimble eye There beside the farmers' fields where the songbirds fly
When you're catching birds the world disappears And a thousand songs of autumn are all that fills your ears They sing their songs so brightly at the dawning of the day They fly back and forth over the fence where we must stay away
You can see the birds beneath the clouds Watch them spread their wings You can listen to the wind And the song the songbird sings
It's so good to come here so far from all the sound Of all the shooting and the shouting and the tanks upon the ground I just wish I could live here within this olive grove Just me, my friends and family and a small wood-burning stove
You can see the birds beneath the clouds Watch them spread their wings You can listen to the wind And the song the songbird sings
Last week I caught three sparrows – it was quite a day Now I'm bound for glory – that's what they say I hear them talk about me, shedding tears upon a sack Inside there lies a child with four bullets in his back
You can see the birds beneath the clouds Watch them spread their wings You can listen to the wind And the song the songbird singsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
