When the rooks were laid in piles by the sides of the road Crashing into the aerials tangled in the laundry line And gathered in a field they were burned in a feathering pyre With their cold, black eyes When the swallows fell from the eaves and the gulls from the spires The starlings in their millions will feed on the ground where they lie The ambulance men said there's nowhere to flee for your life So we stay inside And we'll sleep until the world of man is paralyzed Oh, the falconer awakes to the sound of the bells Overhead and southbound They are leaving his life And each empty cage just rings in his heart like a bell Underneath these cold stars In this trembling night And he cries, "Amen let the kingdom come tonight Let this dream be realized"