Song in Stone

Songbirds in the morning, had my head lost in the tall trees
 I knew well, well I would say
 Dreaming my dry weeds
 Stray light finds its way to all of us
 Say something green, it comes back
 Sunlight on my lips, let 'em kiss, dark leaves
 Let the hands of the wrong prophets heal me all they should
 
 Let the wine of the poison Jesus' taste good
 And all those trees lay down if you were a bird and fell into my arms
 If I wrote your song in stone
 If I wore your wings back home
 Would the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home
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 Give this to the gray, it comes back gold
 Birds of the morning, they may know
 Know more than us, giving their hymns for life
 Let the waves on the wrong water say what they will say
 While the wind in the broken branches blow me away
 All tall tree lay down if you were the bird who fell into my arms
 I could write your song in stone
 I could wear your wings back home
 Where the dreams in the backwater drown us far from home