Where did all the birds go?
A sudden silence to my ears.
A sound you will surely miss
The moment it disappears.
Did they fly from us?
Did we drive them away?
What sound will replace them;
To start a brand new day,
To herald the birth of spring,
To lift spirits of the free?
To keep me company
As I walk among the trees;
Along the deserted beach,
Through the high desert sage,
Under a sky so blue.
When all I want to do
Is listen to the birds;
The Mourning Dove at daybreak,
The Magpies in the hills,
The Whitebirds on the sea.
They no longer call to me.
So lonely do I feel;
Without comfort from their cries,
The majesty of their flight,
The light echo of their wings.
Like tiny angels sing,
A chorus as they fly,
Sweet sorrowful refrain,
Goodbye, Farewell, Goodbye.