Kris Delmhorst - Birds Of Belfast lyrics

The field grew wild all that buzzing summer We dozed a while, woke a little younger Hung your clothes, waited on the weather Thorn and rose twine and grow together When did all the birds of Belfast learn to sing your name? When did all those silver ashes breathe into flame? Who are you without your sadness? Who am I without my shame? When did all the birds of Belfast learn to sing your name? Which was right, the fight or the surrender? You my light, my solitary mender Still the sun will rise on every weeper's mourning Tear stained eyes, pearly light adorning When did all the birds of Belfast learn to sing your name? When did all those silver ashes breathe into flame? Who are you without your sadness? Who am I without my shame? When did all the birds of Belfast learn? Who am I to sing a love song? Who are you to do the same? With our weary little hearts full of broken little claims? Will they even recognize us? Should I give you a new name? And then all the birds of Belfast would sing it just the same