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TAmhrough the charred black Emwinter trees
I hDmear their voicesAm sing to me.
FAmearsome black birds Emcrying high,
ButDm there'll be no warningAm when I die.
SAmome lonesome sparrowEm saying don't you know
thDmat you're gone forever Amwhen you go
OGh, and i hear them Amcalling
Through my Gwindow every Ammorning
Your Glife dear boy means Amnothing
SaEmy the birds,E The birds, the birds
Am
TAmhen by the willowEm I did see
A Dmswarm of buzzingAm honey bees
&Amquot;Good morning Emhoney bees" I cried
ButDm to me they offeredAm no reply
AAmnd that fearsome black birdEm answered instead
"Dm;Boy there's now a pricAme put on your head"
OhG, and I hear 'em them Amcalling
From my Gwindow every Ammorning
"YGour life, dear boy, mAmeans nothing"
SayEm the birds,E the birds, the birds.
Am
EmNo use hidGing in the Amwater.
EmNo use hidGing in the Amsquare.
EmKnow those eyes are Glooking for yoAmu everyEmwhere.
WAmell you'll be glad myEm love to hear,
ODmne morning they did alAml disappear.
TirAmed of all theEm summer rain,
thDmey made their nest inAmside my brain.
BuAmt don't worry darling, Empay it no mind
trDmue friends like these areAm hard to find.
NoGw I no longer hear 'em Amcalling
From my winGdow every Ammorning
And my lifGe, at last means Amsomething
SEmay the birds,E the birds, the birds.
Am