Cage The Songbird God cage the songbird Before the feathers run brown God bar the windows That we may though hollow be sound
And this island be shackled to her waters Here we vow never to change Here we will stand at last for something With no desire to pretend
Send up our prayers to gilded idols Their names etched in heartwood of palm And scatter the ashes of the contracts Their freedom so hollow a song
God cage the songbird Before the feathers run brown God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
And the street lamp will be tethered to her station The poor man be tethered to the flesh The wise man be tethered to his wisdom The mother be tethered to her cresch
Was your hunger your awareness of salvation As your chances go slipping to the past You're tortured by the changing of the seasons And each grain of sand in the glass
God cage the songbird Before the feathers run brown God bar the windows That we may though hollow be sound