Brother Thrush, how you fly so high   Way up in the clouds   The trees resound with open arms   For one so rare   Brother Man just can't compare      When we're sitting on the banks   of the sunshine   We hear your song   High above the living      Brother gull, see him soar the sky   He's so pleased to be   Buoyant and triumphant   On the raging sea   Backing nature, feeling free      Loving nature, rest your head   Hear the message, man is dead   See the cities fall   While Brother Bird still.... flies!      Brother Lark, see him wake the day   See him fly on by   Above the streets now empty   To his mournful cry   Brother Man just heaves a sigh      When we're sitting on the banks   of the sunshine   We hear your song   High above the living   Yes, we hear your song...