Silence killed a mockingbird, With no one left to hear, With not one eye set on her. She ceases to sing If a tree falls and no one's there to hear it, Does it truly make a sound? Won't you cup your hands beneath it? As she tumbles to the ground, Sing a requiem.
Feathers floating on downstream, On the screaming rush of tide. If silence killed a mockingbird, There's no body left to hide. Oh, how I miss her warble now, That gentle lifting swell, No, she only sings her requiem, In the silence that she dwells, Sing a requiem.
My heart cries for her colours, And those dark all-seeing eyes, And if silence killed a mockingbird, There's no morning surprise. And the clouds gather confused, Now she never writes the signs, But the 'planes go on unfazed, And burn the sky with their lines. Sing a requiem.