I hear the birds come greet me in my morning
They sing the songs of love in tongues of ages past
And all the while a vision is unfolding
The moorhen pipes at me, "don't sleep the day away"
And so with cautious steps I tread
A measured path through vale and rook
And many signs you'd want to take me with you
And I go down to the Landing
Heron's Flood flows on storm-clothed
As the harbour lights guide the wanderers home
I see the sun come greet me in his dawning
He holds the seed of life within his aged hands
And, in the sky, a vast procession streaming
Royal banners held aloft to mark the halcyon time
And so I walk in meadows below
Amongst the springs and weevil-gall
In myriad throngs the gra** will take me with you
And I climb up to the Hawk's Throne
Cragshorn lies at Umbrian
And the marram-slopes span the sapient sky
I feel the night come bidding me his greeting
He draws a glowing veil upon a sleepy world
And in the sky the stars roll through the heavens
Below, the new-hatched dove stares wondrously above
And so to Esma I am come
To forge a pa**ageway through time
And all too soon, you'd come to take me with you
And I strike north to the veld-plains
Dorn Ridge melts in snow-gold
As the Moorhen pipes the pinkery moon
Birdsong, so sweetly, hear them calling you
Birdsong, so sweetly, hear them calling you