The Bird My Brethren

Oh the mountain my saviour
The bird my brethren
I am coming out to play
When the air is fresh
And the earth is fresh
Just after the nighttime rain

I'm going to spread my wings over the city
I'm going to rise and fly
In the arms of the wind who
Holds me close, then lets me go

I'm going to spread my wings over the city
I'm going to rise above
All the people and the places
Where they live and learn and love

When the sun is up
But not yet overhead
I'm going to rise and fly

And when I see that little bird
With his feathered breast
And his fork tail
I tell him - Brother, wait for me
You know I am coming your way

And when I see that heron fly
So long and elegant against the sky
I tell her - Sister, wait for me I
I'm coming with you this time
I'm coming with you this time
I'm coming with you this time

And when my wings get weary
And it turns to night
And my arms fall tired at my sides
I'm going to lay down
In the dark of night
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
And tomorrow
Oh well the sun will rise and I will
Fly