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Incredible String Band

Genres: Rock

White Bird Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Who among you has not laid his head 

beneath some holy awning 

Would think that such a night of tortured travelling 

Could bring such a glory morning 

And feel his heart sucked to his head 

His head so wide that all life says 

Has room to live and breathe and have its being - and more 

For such a scene of beauty 

For such a scene of beauty 

encompasses 

 

See the white bird on the water 

In beauty calm and still 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

See he watches the white bird 

of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

See he watches the white bird 

of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

Warm in his ecstasy 

A shimmering gentle backward fall 

He leaves his body there so small and mirror black against the sun 

With deities for strength 

He sees his body wracked with pain 

And hears his voice so stained with sadness deep 

It asks the day to weep away 

 

Loved her so strong now 

She is gone 

My heart will break for ever 

 

Sun and moon change around 

Me the games seem so strange 

 

Walk in the light 

I shall never 

Walk in the light 

I will never 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird, 

 

Speak to me with your beauty 

oh white bird of the morning 

Oh he cried Oh he cried 

But stopped 

short 

Seeing not water but ice 

death not life 

dead white bird dead white bird 

 

Walking onward every day 

Sunshine in our faces 

 

Sun knows what goes on below 

But still our faces graces 

No disgraces 

No distastes 

Nothing wasted at all 

 

White bird, white bird, white bird 

Of the morning 

White bird, white bird 

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