From the recording Soaring, The Sighing Birds
I modified an old song of mine ("Coasting, The Crying Birds" which appears on my CD: Our Unwinding Time). Here, I added a new musical chorus, so I had to write additional lyrics. Also, my wife said that every time I had sung "coasting" she had always heard "ghosting" or "go sting", so I decided to change "coasting" to "soaring" and "crying" to "sighing". As a result, this new arrangement ended up also with a new title. While I was at it, I made other changes; for example, "close-ed window panes" became "painted window panes".
Lyrics
SOARING, THE SIGHING BIRDS
Michael Dyer
© 2009
(rearrangement of © 2006 song: "Coasting, The Crying Birds")
Soaring, the sighing birds,
And lately, their wings are betraying,
The winds that blow, the sunset’s delaying.
And I mind the cold, but I hold my own,
In going.
Leaves bent ‘round, fall, abuse the ground.
Subdued, hints,
An autumn out-bound.
Come again, subdued, too, the thoughts that I am.
And I mind the cold, but I long to hold,
You again.
And hail will form, with the coming storm.
Roots will tear, be left forlorn.
Tears will fly, in the wind's eyes,
That see all truth, that see all lies.
That see all lies.
My thoughts streak down,
Like this mist around me stains,
The painted,
Window panes.
Notions of,
Past illusions that came,
In, last, before,
The lights went out.
And you closed the door.
Oh, you closed the door.
You closed the door.
And hail will form, with the coming storm.
Roots will tear, be left forlorn.
Tears will fly, in the wind's eyes,
That see all truth, that see all lies.
That see all lies.