Saint Patrick's School Choir (with Chanel Choccanne) My Singing Bird Lyrics

My singing bird lies dead and cold
Colours were too bright
Too bright and too bold
Golden wings are frozen cold no more to show the light
A lights gets the darkness, a golden blue delight
Oh that singing bird did heal my heart,
heal my friend and foe,
Did not set each apart
He brave here the raging storm and hungry winter snow,
Each known as a symbol, if you follow you will know,
Shall I run to the garden,
Lift him from the snow,
Breathe into his mouth, lifes elixir
Or is it too late, for a rescue remedy,
To save the life in him, to save the song in me.

My singing bird lies dead and cold,
Colours were too bright
Too bright and too bold
They whisper in the darkness all the creatures of the night
That blue and golden singing bird, he was their hearts delight
If that singing bird should rise again,
Tell us what hes seen
And sing of where hes been
His golden wings will shimmer bright and sparkle in the light
Let him not be dead but let him be respired.

Shall I run to the garden,
Lift him from the snow,
Breathe into his mouth, lifes elixir
Or is it too late, for a rescue remedy,
To save the life in him, to save the song in me.

My singing bird, my golden bird x4