My Singing Bird

My singing bird lies dead and cold
His colours were too bright
Too bright and too bold
Golden wings fanned and frozen
No more to herald the light
The light from out of darkness springing
A Blue and gold delight

Oh that singing bird did heal my heart
Did heal my friend and foe
And did not set each apart
He braved the rain and raging storm
And the hungry winter snow
Each note is a symbol
If you follow you will know

Shall I run to the garden and
lift him from the snow
And breath into his mouth life’s elixir
Or is it too late for a rescue remedy
To save the life in him, to save the song in me

My singing bird lies dead and cold
His colours were too bright, too bright and too bold
They would whisper in the groves in darkness
All the creatures of night
That blue and golden singing bird
He was their hearts delight

If that singing bird could rise again
And tell us what he’s seen
And sing of where he’s been
His golden wings would shine and shimmer
And sparkle in the light
Oh let it not de death
But let it be respite

Shall I run to the garden and
lift him from the snow
And breath into his mouth life’s elixir
Or is it too late for a rescue remedy
To save the life in him, to save the song in me
My singing bird
My blue and golden bird

My singing bird
My blue and golden bird

• Written by Jimmy MacCarthy