The Sweet Voice in the Willow

Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow

With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow

I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows

Aiming the notes at hearts like the tips of kind and deadly arrows

I'd sing for the ones with no notes in their hearts to sing

And for the ones in despair who may have lost everything

My song would touch the ears of the low and the lowly

Of naked children who age so fast and then die so slowly

You would hear me sing through the walls of any fortress oh

With the leaders inside and the youth under heavy duress oh

All dogs on chains lose their bark for the song's this moving

At last the barker of war grieves the lives that they're losing

And as the cheaters of thoughts and the stealers of life

Confront their own tears the reality cuts in like a carving knife

Oh to be the bird with the sweet voice in the willow

With the sun going high o'er the great green meadow

I'd sing all the day long and beyond the evening shadows

Aiming the notes at hearts like the tips of kind and deadly arrows