Iona Bird of Heaven Lyrics

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
Beak and feather made of gold
Bell and book and candle
Cannot hold Him anymore
Still the bird is flying
As before