Black Bird

A blackbird singing
On a moss upholstered stone
Bluebells swinging
Shadows wildly blow

A song in the wood
A ship on the sea
The song for you
And the ship was for me

A blackbird singing
I hear in my troubled mind
Bluebells swinging
I see in a distant wind

But sorrow and silence
Are the wood's threnody
The silence for you
And the sorrow for me

Oh the sorrow, the sorrow's for me

And I have all I need
This song for you
And the memory for me

A blackbird singing