[Verse 1: Barabajagal]
Singer I hear your notes I hear your call
And my own Manhattan with spires
The sparkling hurried tides and the ships
And the city at hand with dwellings so dense
[Chorus: Barabajagal]
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
[Verse 2: Barabajagal]
Singer you're the wreck of the beautiful
And my own Manhattan with spires
Show the clouds and the trails' trips
Into the deep recesses
[Chorus: Barabajagal]
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
[Bridge: Barabajagal]
Pa**ing vision and pa**ing nights
Pa**ing hands and lucid lights
With the knowledge of d**h at my side
I fled forth to the receiving night
Down to the waters shores
Down the dim swamp path
Pa**ing the cedars and ghostly pines
And the singer shyly sang for me
Pa**ing hands of the trees
Until the charm of the carol held me
As I held hands in the night
And my voice sang the song of the bird
[Chorus: Barabajagal]
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird