The birds warble to perfume the air
In a cadence that arises from their soul.
It sounds just like a musical prayer.
There singing is one that subdues despair.
It is these creatures that posses the gift.
The birds warble to perfume the air.
Brining trills to a lyrical flair
That guides melody into being.
It sounds just like a musical prayer
In tunes that lift the soul out of despair
As birds sing in the forest of the night.
The birds warble to perfume the air.
They bestow a bounty extraordinaire,
That gives rise to a sense of majesty.
It sounds just like a musical prayer.
To posses such talent is most rare
That is given out to very few.
Many birds warble to perfume the air.
It sounds just like a musical prayer.