Текст песни: Song of the Bird + перевод

Drifting over my head was a sweet melody

From a nest high above in the cottonwood tree

And to practice the aim of my birthday gun

I fired one shot and the song bird was sung

Now I was a hunter without any doubt

And as I ran closer I started to shout

But no one could hear me for I was alone

And mother was calling for me to come home

I knelt in the quiet to study my kill

Its beautiful wings were lying there still

I then realized just what I had done

I dropped all my bullets and started to run

Someday I’ll return to the old cotton tree

And walk through the prairie of my memory

The sound of a gun will never be heard

And I’ll sing along to the song of the bird

Перевод песни Song of the Bird