BIRD IN A TREE

It's been over 20 long years 
That I haven't touched any meat
Nothing that comes from anything 
With wings or fins or feet 
And somehow death doesn't seem 
To be such a scary word 
Cos I know in my bones when I'm dead and gone  
I'll come back as a little bird 

I will fly over mountains high
And wide rolling seas
Far from all the dirty towns 
And noisy industry
To a great wide blue lake 
Where all the birds come every spring
And I'll dance in the skies and sing lullabies
With my sweetheart on my wing

When I think of all the harm humans have done it seems to me
I'd rather just be a bird up in a tree------eee!
Yes, I'd rather be a birdie in a tree!

I read a book about the Hopi tribe 
Who worship the sun and earth
Because the sunlight nourishes everything 
And the earth gives all things birth
It said your mother and father are just humans, 
One day you will part ways 
But our real parents are the sun and earth 
Who care for us till the end of our days
 
I believe in the water 
And the earth and the fire and the wind
The Preacher says God created them all 
But I say they created him
Because if we lose touch with nature 
God's just a hopeless bum
Who made us all in his image: 
Lost, confused and dumb!

You tell me Jesus is looking down and watching me all the time
But I look up at the trees
And see the sunlight dancing in the breeze,  
The earth beneath my feet 
And a little birdee...
In the skyyyyy
Yess-I-I-I-I...
l'd rather be a birdie in the sky

Summer 2014