Simon Joyner Four Birds
Pull up a chair and listen
You can pay the floor attention
I'm leaving you this cushion
Something soft in times of friction
Sara don't be sorry
You were not born to marry
And soon you'll find your body
Where my love had it buried
The rain is making music
With the sidewalk and the bushes
But don't attempt to own it
Just listen for a moment
Sara don't be nervous
I wasn't born in a tempest
You know I came from my mother's womb
I can gracefully leave a room
The blackbird came and told me
My field is lying fallow
The robin has reminded me
The old oak tree is hollow
The bluebird said that love is dead
And everything else is sorrow
But the cardinal's song was
"Easy child, let's wait until tomorrow"
