Dawn Chorus Ballad

Grazing the tree tops, carving your pattern

Skimming glass waters, a storm on your heals

Piercing the wind in the veil of moonlight

Strumming your seraphic tune

You come to see the light of the newborn gods

To burn with the fire and frost

To hear the song of the two-stringed lyre

To wander but never be lost

So it shall be was spoken at dawn

So it shall be was heard

Up, rears the head of the innocent fawn

Love without need of a word

The love for a child cradled by it's mother

The purity of the new

A curtain drawn wide

A song softly playing

The twinkle of youthful eyes

You come to see the light of the newborn gods

To burn with the fire and frost

To hear the song of the two-stringed lyre

To wander but never be lost

Though your sight is a haze

Your wings are still with you

Fear will not conquer this maze,

Victory takes the chorus of two

A pluck from your thumb and a strum from your angel

Watch the flames as they rise from your wings

Lightning ignites from your tail of ice

The Phoenix fears not what the future will bring

As long as the dawn chorus sings

So listen, the choir that sings with the wind

The drummers that march in the storm

The encore of bittersweet strings fills the night

The players weave gossamer tears

From all those who fell, their bells wish you well

The symphony heard far and wide

When the bells of the dawn chorus ring

Your courage gives peace to the swan that won’t sing

When the bells of the dawn chorus ring

The bells of the dawn chorus ring