Four Birds Lyrics

Pull up a chair and listen

You can pay the floor attention

I'm leaving you this cushion

Something soft in times of friction



Sara don't be sorry

You were not born to marry

And soon you'll find your body

Where my love had it buried



The rain is making music

With the sidewalk and the bushes

But don't attempt to own it

Just listen for a moment



Sara don't be nervous

I wasn't born in a tempest

You know I came from my mother's womb

I can gracefully leave a room



The blackbird came and told me

My field is lying fallow

The robin has reminded me

The old oak tree is hollow



The bluebird said that love is dead

And everything else is sorrow

But the cardinal's song was

"Easy child, let's wait until tomorrow"