Far away Don't you hear Screams of captured birds Almost gone Yet so clear Through the darkness of the world All the silver Of the moon Is weighing down their wings But the still and Bright lagoon Is trembling as they sing Evening bell Counts to ten Decides who's got to go And the trees Awake again Decide who's gonna grow There's a man Don't you hear His feet are made of stone Don't you babe Ever fear The sound of twisted bones High above In the sky Birds with fifteen bombs Feather light Tell me why Right has turned to wrong And my babe Sings a song That no one ever heard And my babe Sings along Screams of captured birds