Hey, Little Songbird (feat. Greg Brown)
Hey, Little Songbird, give me a song
I'm a busy man, and I can't stay long
I got clients to call. I got orders to fill
I got walls to build. I got riots to quell
And their giving me hell, back in Hades
Hey, Little Songbird, cat got your tongue
Always a pity, for one so pretty and young
When poverty comes, to clip your wings
And knock the wind, right out of your lungs
Ain't nobody sings on empty
Strange is the call, of this strange man
I wanna fly down and feed at his hand
I want a nice soft place to land
I wanna lie down forever
Hey, Little Songbird, I got something fine
You shine like a diamond, down in the mine
And the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose
Seeing as you've got nothing to lose
And I could use a canary
Suddenly, nothing is as it was
Where are you now! Orpheus!
Wasn't it always, the two of us?
Weren't we birds of a feather?
Hey, Little Songbird, let me guess.
He's some kind of poet, and he's penniless!
Give him your hand
And he'll give you his hand, to mouth
He'll write you a poem when the power's out
Hey why not fly south for the winter?
Hey, Little Songbird, look around you
See how the vipers, and vultures, surround you
They'll take you down, they'll pick you clean
If you stick around such a desperate scene
People get mean, when the chips are down
I'm a busy man, and I can't stay long
I got clients to call. I got orders to fill
I got walls to build. I got riots to quell
And their giving me hell, back in Hades
Hey, Little Songbird, cat got your tongue
Always a pity, for one so pretty and young
When poverty comes, to clip your wings
And knock the wind, right out of your lungs
Ain't nobody sings on empty
Strange is the call, of this strange man
I wanna fly down and feed at his hand
I want a nice soft place to land
I wanna lie down forever
Hey, Little Songbird, I got something fine
You shine like a diamond, down in the mine
And the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose
Seeing as you've got nothing to lose
And I could use a canary
Suddenly, nothing is as it was
Where are you now! Orpheus!
Wasn't it always, the two of us?
Weren't we birds of a feather?
Hey, Little Songbird, let me guess.
He's some kind of poet, and he's penniless!
Give him your hand
And he'll give you his hand, to mouth
He'll write you a poem when the power's out
Hey why not fly south for the winter?
Hey, Little Songbird, look around you
See how the vipers, and vultures, surround you
They'll take you down, they'll pick you clean
If you stick around such a desperate scene
People get mean, when the chips are down
Credits
Writer(s): Anais Mitchell
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Other Album Tracks
- Wedding Song (feat. Justin Vernon)
- Epic (Part I)
- Way Down Hadestown (feat. Ani DiFranco & Ben Knox Miller)
- Songbird Intro
- Hey, Little Songbird (feat. Greg Brown)
- Gone, I’m Gone (feat. The Haden Triplets)
- When The Chips Are Down (feat. The Haden Triplets)
- Why We Build The Wall (feat. Greg Brown)
- Our Lady Of The Underground (feat. Ani DiFranco)
- Flowers (Eurydice’s Song)
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