Now, more near ourselves than we
Is a bird singing in a tree
Who never sings the same thing twice
And still that singing's all the way his
Eyes can feel, ears may see, there's never lived a guerre hive
If earth and sky should break in two, he'd make them one, he sung so true
Whom sings for us, for you, for me
For each leaf, new or then, come here
And for his own, his mouth, his teeth
He sings to everywhere he's here
Now, more near ourselves than we
Is a bird singing in a tree
Who never sings the same way twice
And still that singing's all the way his