Intro :  - - - - - 


             
when the rooks were laid in piles
                    
by the sides of the road

crashing into the aerials

                          
tangled in the laundery line


and gathered in a field
                                  - - 
they were burned in a feathering pyre
                   
with a cold black eye


               
when the swallows fell from the eaves

and the gulls from the spires
      
and starlings in the millions
                                   
will feed on the ground where they lie


the ambulance men said there's
                          - - 
nowhere to flee for your life
                  
so we stayed inside
           
and we'll sleep until
                           
the world of man is paralyzed



Oh the falconer awakes
                       
to the sound of the bells
                      
overhead and southbound
                    
they are leaving his life

       
and each empty cage just rings
                     
in his heart like a bell
                        
underneath these cold stars
                    
and his trembling night
         
and he cries of man
                          
"let the [bad word] to nigh
                       
let this dream be realized"