As I did walk through cities one saturday,
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A golden finch came winging my way,
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And sang to me a song of my country,
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And words of life from city and sea.
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Golden finch, your song is your love,
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And you will sing forever above.
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Golden finch alight in your loft,
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Where I have learned and, oh, you have taught.
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While she did wing through ariel places,
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A red oak tree grew under her feet,
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And when the world had started its taking,
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She lit amongst its loftier leaves.
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Golden finch, alight in your loft,
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Where you have learned and, oh, you have taught.
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The red oak tree will carry your loss,
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When you alone can't carry that cross.
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The Golden Finch And The Red Oak Tree
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
