Blue Tit / Red Kite

Listen to the sound
Somebody’s working
Come on in the house
That I have been building
I sing to drown out the sorrows
And I work to forget about the murder of crows
A blue tit sings
A blue tit shouts
When anger comes
Or troubles are about
Hollow is the home
That shakes by thunder
They say that wisdom tore
This tree asunder
I work though I know no tomorrow
For I realize love is only borrowed
A blue tit sings
A blue tit shouts
When anger comes
Or troubles are about
Enter — the red kite