Standard (EADGBE)

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God cage the songbird

 Before the feathers run brown

God bar the windows

 That we may though hollow be sound

 And this island shall be shackled to her waters

Here we vow never to change

Here we will stand at last for something

 With no desire to pretend

Send up our prayers to gilded idols

 With their names etched in heartwood of palm

 And scatter the ashes of the contracts

 Their freedom so hollow a song

God cage the songbird

 Before the feathers run brown

God bar the windows

 That we may though hollow be sound

 Now the street lamp will be tethered to her station

 As the poor man is tethered to the flesh

 As a wise man will be tethered to his wisdom

 As the mother is tethered to her crèche

 Was your hunger your awareness of salvation

 As your chances go slipping to the past

 Are you tortured by the changing of the seasons?

 And each grain of sand in the glass

God cage the songbird

 Before the feathers run brown

God bar the windows

 That we may though hollow be sound

God cage the songbird

 Before the feathers run brown

God bar the windows

 That we may though hollow be sound