Who among you who has not laid his head beneath some holy awning. Would think that such a night of tortured traveling 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.
Oh, 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...