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...
Brother Thrush Lyrics performed by Barclay James Harvest are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Brother Thrush Lyrics performed by Barclay James Harvest is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD