The birds warble to perfume the air In a cadence that arises from their soul. It sounds just like a musical prayer. There singing is one that subdues despair. It is these creatures that posses the gift. The birds warble to perfume the air. Brining trills to a lyrical flair That guides melody into being. It sounds just like a musical prayer In tunes that lift the soul out of despair As birds sing in the forest of the night. The birds warble to perfume the air. They bestow a bounty extraordinaire, That gives rise to a sense of majesty. It sounds just like a musical prayer. To posses such talent is most rare That is given out to very few. Many birds warble to perfume the air. It sounds just like a musical prayer.
