Red Kite

«Everyone was a bird
On, on, and out of sight
Everyone was a bird
The song was wordless
Wordless
Everyone was a bird
On, on, and out of sight»
There’s a red kite flying above the pines
There’s a black crow sat on the phone line
Skylarks fly, describe the sky
And we two follow the hillside
Through the stone piles up to the copper mine
Through the slate dumps up to the snow line
Follow the ridge to the eastern side
See concrete towers and power lines
Concrete towers and power lines
But there’s a red kite flying above the pines
There’s a black crow sat on the phone line
Skylarks fly describe the sky
And we two follow the hillside
Still here, after
Still here, after
Through the stone piles up to the copper mine
Through the slate dumps up to the snow line
Follow the ridge to the eastern side
See concrete towers and power lines
Concrete towers and power lines
Still here, after
Still here, after
Still here, after