When the rooks were laid in piles
By the sides of the road
Crashing into the aerials
Tangled in the laundry lines
And gathered in a field
They were burned in a feathering pyre
With their cold black eyes
When the swallows fell from the eaves
And the gulls from the spires
The starlings, in the millions
Would feed on the ground where they lie
The ambulance men said
There’s nowhere to flee for your life
So we stay inside
And we’ll sleep until the world of man is paralyzed
Oh, the falconer awakes to the sound of the bells
Overhead and southbound
They are leaving his life
And each empty cage just rings in his heart like a bell
Underneath these cold stars
In this trembling light, and he cries
Let their kingdom come tonight
Let this dream be realized
Music & lyrics by Shearwater
Check out Jonathan Meiburg and his wonderful music.
This is already my song for this year. Would have been without Sars-CoV-2 also, but nothing else strikes me as fitting as this one.
Therefore high on my bucket list. If we survive, let’s see the man and his band together.
We will make it through this.