Bird Of Winter Prey — William Fitzsimmons

Be still Bird of winter prey Lay down Your faster thinning frame

Be gone The salting of the wound Return The harvest we once knew

We're more than just the blood of what we've done We're more than just the blood of what we've done

Dry mouth The water soon will rise New birds Will feather up the sky

Shake until they pass What words of them will last

We're more than just the blood of what we've done We're more than just the blood of what we've done Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes We're more than just the blood of what we've done