Marian McLaughlin - Fourth Son lyrics

Cardinals in the garden Startled when I spotted them Nestling with the starlings Those speckled, restless darlings Old world seed-eating songbird Are you somber in slumber? Are you stronger in numbers? Are you starving with hunger? The tanagers are managing To prove themselves as scavengers But the old oak tree They're opening up All of the acorn seeds Stealing them in high quantity From the sterling silver-colored squirrels With their shaded earl-grey bushy tails All the tanagers All the tanagers All the tanagers... Those brightly colored chested males... So go forth Fourth son You were not the chosen one Go forth Fourth son You were not the chosen one By birth, there was before you The first, the second, and third No place in the estate No duty in the church No work, no worth, no work No work, no worth, no work No title to inherit No bounty, child, no merit But take your coat of arms and bear it Marlet stuck against a star-lit sky Never settles... Well, his prize is to quest For the rest...of...his...life…