Death Is a Bird Flying - Port Sulphur Band

Dried are her tears

These four years gone

An unmarked grave

The setting sun

Be still me dear

Don’t cry don’t cry

For soon you will be at his side

Dark was the night

It’s wings were red

Spread 'cross the sky

O’er thousands dead

Be still me dear

Don’t cry don’t cry

For soon you will be at his side

Death is no man

Death is not fate

Death is s bird

Flying

Flying

In thet one night

Ten thousand gone

I walked with them

We sang this song

Be still me dear

Don’t cry don’t cry

For soon you will be at his side

Dark was his face

Shrouded in cloth

And in his hand

He held a moth

He let it fly

And took my hand

Said would i take hime home again

Be still me dear

Don’t cry don’t cry

For soon you will be at his side

Death is no man

Death is not fate

Death is s bird

Flying

Death is no man

Death is not fate

Death is s bird

Flying

Flying