Anthony Phillips - Birdsong Lyrics
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Birdsong
Birdsong Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Birdsong By Anthony Phillips?
I hear the birds come greet me in my morning,
They sing the songs of love in tongues of ages past, And all the while a vision is unfolding, The Moorhen pipes at me, "don't sleep the day away". And so with cautious steps I tread A measured path through vale and rook, And many signs you'd want to take me with you. And I go down to the Landing, Heron's Flood flows on storm-clothed As the harbour lights guide the wanderers home. I see the sun come greet me in his dawning, He holds the seed of life within his aged hands. And, in the sky, a vast procession streaming, Royal banners held aloft to mark the halcyon time. And so I walk in meads below, Amongst the springs and weevil-gall, In myriad throngs the grass will take me with you. And I climb up to the Hawk's Throne, Cragshorn lies at Umbrian And the marram-slopes span the sapient sky. I feel the night come bidding me his greeting, He draws a glowing veil upon a sleepy world. And in the sky the stars roll through the heavens, Below, the new-hatched dove stares wondrously above. And so to Esma I am come To forge a passageway through time And all, too soon, you'd come to take me with you. And I strike north to the veldt-plains, Dorn Ridge melts in snow-gold. As the Moorhen Pipes the pinkery moon. Birdsong, so sweetly, hear them calling you Birdsong, so sweetly, hark they're calling you. |
Who Wrote Birdsong By Anthony Phillips?
Anthony Edwin Phillips
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What's The Duration Of The Birdsong By Anthony Phillips?The duration of Birdsong is 7:30 minutes and seconds. |
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