Bayou

See our wings
As they burnish the sky
And our hearts
Our tiny hearts are beating
Hear our song
As it fanfares the night
And our hearts
Our tiny hearts are beating
They say
«There'll be plenty more forever
Enough for all to go around»
But in the Bayou
When things get low, low, low
We’re gonna go go down
But in the Bayou
When things get low, low, low
We’re gonna go go down
We fly from the billabong tree
And now we sit in the marketplace
Pull out feathers from our skin
For another pretty hat
On a pretty face
But in the Bayou
When things get low, low, low
We’re gonna go go down
But in the Bayou
When things get low, low, low
We’re gonna go go down