Bushes and Briars

Through bushes and through briars

I've lately made my way

All for to hear a small bird sing

I make my peace that way

All for to hear that small bird sing

And heed what they've to say

Your speak is filled with woe betide

Yet singularly sublime

A language, a liturgy, alive yet saturnine

For your rarity determines mine

Such times we find we're in the presence of

A reckoning divine

Sometimes I'm uneasy

And troubled in my mind

Sometimes I think we've gone too far

To turn it round in time

Sometimes I'm plagued

By all I should and must

And what we'll leave behind

Through bushes and through briars

Eventually we stray

And if we hear the small birds sing

Their requiem proclaims

You'll never hear so sweet as

The birds all in the spring

As we watch them fly away