Standard (EADGBE)
2x
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
And this island shall be shackled to her waters
Here we vow never to change
Here we will stand at last for something
With no desire to pretend
Send up our prayers to gilded idols
With their names etched in heartwood of palm
And scatter the ashes of the contracts
Their freedom so hollow a song
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
Now the street lamp will be tethered to her station
As the poor man is tethered to the flesh
As a wise man will be tethered to his wisdom
As the mother is tethered to her crèche
Was your hunger your awareness of salvation
As your chances go slipping to the past
Are you tortured by the changing of the seasons?
And each grain of sand in the glass
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
God cage the songbird
Before the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound