The Blackbird’s Song

The Blackbird’s Song

For the first time ever
I am a beggar.
You let my money fall to the ground.
I fear it was an insult.

I live in a valley
flowing with milk and honey.
Even though my glass is always full,
You leave me thirsting.

Oh walk with me under the willow tree.
Place me like a seal on your heart.
I’m feeling the warmth
of the brightest flame
coming close to me.

I’m always protected,
guarded by the royal army.
Then why do I feel
the pain of the grave bearing down on me?

Oh walk with me under the willow tree.
Place me like a seal on your heart.
I’m feeling the warmth
of the brightest flame
coming close to me.

I’m weak from the fragrance,
can’t stand alone for longer.
But winter has gone
and the time is here for the blackbird’s song!

Oh walk with me under the willow tree.
Place me like a seal on your heart.
I’m feeling the warmth
of the brightest flame
coming close to me.

Oh walk with me under the willow tree.
Place me like a seal on your heart.
I’m feeling the warmth
of the brightest flame
coming close to me.