Thank god for Birdsong
thank god for the birds
the whistling and chirping
in absence of words

Whilst Mind plays its tricks
on such tender of souls
the birds always come
to refill timely holes

At last it has ended
the serenaders have arrived
to sweep me away
from this nightmare, contrived

It’s four a.m.
a respectable time
as the clock’s past three
there’s no doubt i’ll be fine

Now dawn is arriving
some stray light appears
it’s now i can see
there’s no reason for fear

Thank god for Birdsong
thank god for the birds
it’s really about time
their voices were heard