Song Description
When the first hints of change or social upheaval appear, we are often slow to understand. In this song, three birds in succession try to spread the warning.
Song Length |
2:04 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Country |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Mood |
Anxious, Troubled |
Subject |
Change, General |
Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan, Kansas |
Language |
English |
Era |
1960 - 1969 |
Lyrics
A sparrow landed out of reach on a tree with swaying limbs
The leaves a flutter soon the song had ceased
And now when I remember him and how the song was sung
It drew a portrait like approaching wind
A muscled hawk came swooping down a shadow in his wake
so low as he, his blazing eyes like fire
The focused gaze, it pierced my soul piercing
and I heard the mounting storm
A distant tumult well beyond my sight
(chorus) I see a boiling cauldron Yet I know what I believe
All that formed my thoughts are in confusion
I hear approaching trouble Yet I could be deceived
Maybe it will pass
The sky grew black with feeling birds then a cackle startled me
On my shoulder lit a brazen crow
The jet black bird turned now to me and spoke just like a man
The wind was high and now I understood
The fire had now touched the kindling wood
(chorus) I see a boiling caldron Yet I know what I believe
All that formed my thoughts are in confusion
Everything I know must now stand the light of day
The winds of God have come and now the old is done
c2002 Dan Cunningham