Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"
--Bob Marley
Birds, mainly.
The population is low here. Never crowded. But they will watch you carefully, even if you are quiet and far away.
Looked into your eyes this morning.
You were far away.
You must have known I was looking for you.
You knew you couldn't stay.
All these winds blowin' on me.
Blowing in the nighttime lonely.
Blew on over the ocean to you.
Blew my words away.
--Arlo
On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,
Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound,
Down in the hollow where the water runs cold,
It's there I first listened to the lies that you told.
Utah Phillips
It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good.
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.
—Bob Dylan
