Waxwing 歌词

In February come the waxwings Like schools of sky fishes To feed on trees and bushes With berries red as their tails Upon icy branch of ash and willow They descend like hungry locusts Then alight in a thousand-winged motion One rolling wave Fly, little waxwing Fly, and be free Rest, little waxwing In the arms of the cottonwood tree Among the noisy clan of flyers One heart beats rebellious She dreams to be seen alone and glorious In a still and empty sky She watches the solitary eagle She hears the cawing of the crow But when she lifts her own wings to fly A host of fluttering shadows follows Maybe in the madness of the springtime Or under the summer's softer skies She will lift her breast to the west wind And leave them all behind But on her day of escaping When she flies off on her own But will freedom be a bitter berry If tasted all alone