William Fitzsimmons
"Bird Of Winter Prey"

Be still
Bird of winter prey
Lay down
Your faster thinning frame

Be gone
The salting of the wound
Return
The harvest we once knew

We're more than just the blood of what
We've done
We're more than just the blood of what
We've done

Dry mouth
The water soon will rise
New birds
Will feather up the sky