Birds Songtext
Farmer John said 'It looks like rain.

We won't let the clear skies fool us again'

Batten down the cellar doors and board up your homes

Listen to the wind as she creaks and she moans

Isn't it beautiful
Our lack of control

No prayers unanswered

Or wishes ignored

Come on hurry up now

We're a day late for Spring

If we sneak in through April

We won't miss a thing



Isn't it beautiful

Our lack of control
No prayers unanswered or wishes ignored



Come on hurry up now

We're a day late for Spring

We can sneak in through April

We won't miss a thing