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...    these lyrics are submitted by burkul