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