Bird of Heaven

Catch the bird of heaven

Lock him in a cage of gold

Look again tomorrow

And he will be gone

Lock him in religion

Gold and frankincense and myrrh

Carry to his prison

But he will be gone

All the things that man has made

Cannot hold him anymore

Still the bird is flying as before

Temple made of marble

Big and bad and made of gold

Bell and book and candle

But he will be gone

All the things that man has made

Cannot hold him anymore

Still the bird is flying as before

Temple made of marble

Big and bad and made of gold

Bell and book and candle

But he will be gone

All the things that man has made

Cannot hold him anymore

Still the bird is flying as before

All the things that man has made

Cannot hold him anymore

Still the bird is flying as before