Have you seen the sun sink into the horizon?
And feel the rush of cold air through your mind?
In the east the moon is rising,
And in the south, the folks are dining.
But in the north, a bird it sings,
Songs of solitude and loneliness,
Each song makes the flowers weak,
Just in time for spring.
Just in time for spring,
The flowers break in half.
The flowers break in half,
The bird, it chirps and hops and flaps,
From one branch to the next,
Those who once took the flowers,
Shake in anger and protest.
Could you give a bouquet,
That is battered and worn?
When the petals can't hang on,
And each leaf is torn.
Each leaf is torn,
In a different way.
In a different way,
The ground is covered in morning dew,
Cold upon two feet,
The bird it hums and who's and haws,
And perfects every tweet.
It jumps in shock when the ground does shake,
The bird climbs upon the apple tree,
Where it can see and all can't reach,
It sings a song of sorrow.
It sings a song of sorrow,
To make the earth quiver.
To make the earth quiver,