Swallows

On the day that you were born Morning swallows kissed the sun Brilliant butterflies at dawn Danced upon the heather On the day that you were five All the forests came alive Bees burst out from in the hive To greet you in the meadow On the day you were a man Plough I placed into your hand Clay and loam and stone and sand Marked your skin like fire On the day you will but see Shadows where I used to be Far across the frosted fields In echoes of the river Leave the dead to make their own way home Now the song is yours to make your own Step outside, see the morning swallows Step outside, see the morning swallows Step outside now, see the morning swallows Step outside now, see the morning swallows