verse 1 Songbirds in the morning, had my head lost in the tall trees I knew well, well I would say Dreaming my dry weeds Stray light finds its way to all of us Say something green, it comes back Sign light on my lips, let 'em kiss, dark leaves Let the hands of the wrong prophets heal me all they should Let the wine of the poison Jesus says tastes good And all those trees lay down if you were a bird and fell into my arms If I wrote your song in stone If I wore your wings back home Where the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home verse 2 Give this to the gray, it comes back gold Birds of the morning, they may know Know more than us, giving their hymns for life Let the waves on the wrong water say what they will say While the wind and the broken branches blow me away All tall tree lay down if you were the bird who fell into my arms I could write your song in stone I could wear your wings back home Where the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home