Who among you has not laid his head beneath some holy awning Would think that such a night of tortured travelling Could bring such a glory morning And feel his heart sucked to his head His head so wide that all life says Has room to live and breathe and have its being - and more For such a scene of beauty For such a scene of beauty encompasses
See the white bird on the water In beauty calm and still
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
See he watches the white bird of the morning White bird, white bird,
See he watches the white bird of the morning White bird, white bird,
Warm in his ecstasy A shimmering gentle backward fall He leaves his body there so small and mirror black against the sun With deities for strength He sees his body wracked with pain And hears his voice so stained with sadness deep It asks the day to weep away
Loved her so strong now She is gone My heart will break for ever
Sun and moon change around Me the games seem so strange
Walk in the light I shall never Walk in the light I will never White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird,
Speak to me with your beauty oh white bird of the morning Oh he cried Oh he cried But stopped short Seeing not water but ice death not life dead white bird dead white bird
Walking onward every day Sunshine in our faces
Sun knows what goes on below But still our faces graces No disgraces No distastes Nothing wasted at all
White bird, white bird, white bird Of the morning White bird, white bird
Compositor: James Michael Heron (Mike Heron) ECAD: Obra #39177047