Ant McNaught

Maybe I heard it from that old blue jay
right before the wind stole his words away-
that’s one bird that’s got a lot to say.
Where could that blue jay have got the word?
Maybe he got it from the mockingbird-
that would explain the laughter I heard.

For your love, I’d fell the tallest trees.
I’d shape a boat, I’d find a breeze,
I’d sail it all through the seven seas,
I’d bring you home to me.

What bird is there that would dare to say
words that could turn my blue skies gray?
Hope the wild wind steals her voice away.
Why would clear blue skies tell lies to me?
Your eyes hold the only clouds I see
but this chill wind has a grip on me.
 
For your love, I’d fell the tallest trees.
I’d shape a boat, I’d find a breeze,
I’d sail it all through the seven seas,
I’d bring you home to me.
 
Far beneath the song of the humming bees,
there’s a well of silence in a hollow tree,
where the hummingbird can take her ease.
This world don’t deal much in right and wrong.
Forms of beauty – well, they don’t last long.
Best listen up to the songbird’s song.
 
For your love, I’d fell the tallest trees.
I’d shape a boat, I’d find a breeze,
I’d sail it all through the seven seas,
I’d bring you home to me.