MARIE MARIANNE Honest bird, simple bird Just longing to be spreading the word Feeling the rain, feeling the sun But your time has not come Your song is not heard Honest bird MALE CHORUS Singing is forbidden in the fig tree Singing is forbidden in the olive tree Singing is forbidden in the pear tree No singing in the olive or the fig or the pear tree MALE CHORUS & CHILDREN No more singing in the fig tree No more singing in the pear tree Someone's hanging in the olive There's someone hanging in the olive tree Singing in the fig tree, that's forbidden Singing in the pear tee, that's forbidden Singing in the olive, that's forbidden Someone's hanging in the olive tree Someone's hanging in the olive tree MARIE MARIANNE You come to earth, you have no choice Could be a seamstress or serving girl Or butcher's boy Could be a dead beat Or one of the elite Maybe the bird ill find his voice And make a choice From all the wheat and all the chaff It's the knowledge that you glean Makes you what you'll be And the knowledge that you lack A rod for your own back Leaves you in purgatory Honest bird, simple bird