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White Bird
By Mike Heron
Who among you has not laid his head
beneath some holy awning
Would think
that such a night of tortured travelling
Could bring such a glory morning
And feel his heart sucked to his head
His
head so wide that all life says
Has room to live and breathe and have its being - and more
For such a scene of beauty
For such a scene of beauty
encompasses
See the white bird on the water
In beauty calm and still
White
bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of
the morning
White bird, white bird,
See he watches the white bird
of the morning
White bird, white bird,
See he watches the white bird
of the morning
White bird, white bird,
Warm in his ecstasy
A shimmering
gentle backward fall
He leaves his body there so small and mirror black against the sun
With deities for strength
He
sees his body wracked with pain
And hears his voice so stained with sadness deep
It asks the day to weep away
Loved
her so strong now
She is gone
My heart will break for ever
Sun and moon change around
Me the games seem so
strange
Walk in the light
I shall never
Walk in the light
I will never
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of
the morning
White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,
White bird, white bird, white
bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,
Speak to me with your beauty
oh white bird of the morning
Oh
he cried Oh he cried
But stopped
short
Seeing not water but ice
death not life
dead white bird dead white
bird
Walking onward every day
Sunshine in our faces
Sun knows what goes on below
But still our faces
graces
No disgraces
No distastes
Nothing wasted at all
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White
bird, white bird
Big Ted
by Robin Williamson
Big Ted's dead , he was a great old pig
He'd eat most anything, never wore
a wig
Now he's gone like snow on the water , good bye
He was getting old so the farmer said
"sold him to the
butcher just to make a little bread"
Now he's gone like snow on the water, don't cry
Ted may be a moo cow next time
around
Giving sweet milk to the people in the town
He'll be whatever he will choose on air or sea or ground
The
sows are busy with the piglets fine
I'd put them in the forest now if they were mine
Cause I know they like acorns and
I don't like bacon
Boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy
Squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly,
squidly, squidly
Boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy
Sham sham sharoo, oh sham sham sharoo
Big
Ted's sold and gone
He never cared to do the boogaloo dance
All he ever thought about was food and romance
Now
he's gone like snow on the water, good bye
The sows are busy with the piglets fine
I'd put them in the forest now
if they were mine
Cause I know they like acorns and I don't like bacon
Boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy,
boochy
Squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly, squidly
Boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy, boochy,
boochy, boochy
Sham sham sharoo, oh sham sham sharoo
Big Ted's sold and gone
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