Anne Clark - A Dream lyrics

In a house A room Dimly lit monotone Grey And thick with dust Against the far wall is a tall marble fireplace The mantelpiece is whitish grey And cold And merging with the thick powdery dust I am drawn to the small and lifeless shape Of a tiny bird Moving closer I see that it is the Robin that has shared my garden for so long! Small And dead And still I give out a cry Oh no! Then my father says: No – it's alright Look And gently Picking up the lifeless, drooping bird in his cupped hands Its breast Before my eyes Infuses And fills with blood! Bright scarlet life! Plump and red It now stands Shielded in my father's palms Chirping Filling the room With its colour Its warmth Its song.