Brother Thrush, how you fly so high Way up in the clouds The trees resound with open arms For one so rare Brother Man just can't compare When we're sitting on the banks of the sunshine We hear your song High above the living Brother gull, see him soar the sky He's so pleased to be Buoyant and triumphant On the raging sea Backing nature, feeling free Loving nature, rest your head Hear the message, man is dead See the cities fall While Brother Bird still.... flies! Brother Lark, see him wake the day See him fly on by Above the streets now empty To his mournful cry Brother Man just heaves a sigh When we're sitting on the banks of the sunshine We hear your song High above the living Yes, we hear your song...
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