Was early, early in the spring
When all the birds did sweetly sing
They changed their notes from tree to tree*
And sang their song like they were free
Last night beneath a rising moon
Orpheus sang and played his tune
The sirens sank without a scream
And there was peace in my dream
But like a wren caught in a thorn
I woke crying in the morn
I knew I'd never hear the like
Of the song he sang in the night
There was a girl who lived in shame
She thought that she was all to blame
Prayed for her sin to be undone
Until one night she told someone
And like a sparrow in a storm
She came flying in the morn
She filled her lungs and her voice rang
And there was peace where'er she sang
Once upon a tiny screen
In a place we've never been
A siren screams, a bullet sounds
A sparrow falls to the ground
Once there was an open heart
Now there is a broken heart
Once there was a raging storm
Soon a hatchling will be born
Was early, early in the spring
All the birds did sweetly sing
They changed their notes from tree to tree
And they sang for Lyra McKee
When all the birds did sweetly sing
They changed their notes from tree to tree*
And sang their song like they were free
Last night beneath a rising moon
Orpheus sang and played his tune
The sirens sank without a scream
And there was peace in my dream
But like a wren caught in a thorn
I woke crying in the morn
I knew I'd never hear the like
Of the song he sang in the night
There was a girl who lived in shame
She thought that she was all to blame
Prayed for her sin to be undone
Until one night she told someone
And like a sparrow in a storm
She came flying in the morn
She filled her lungs and her voice rang
And there was peace where'er she sang
Once upon a tiny screen
In a place we've never been
A siren screams, a bullet sounds
A sparrow falls to the ground
Once there was an open heart
Now there is a broken heart
Once there was a raging storm
Soon a hatchling will be born
Was early, early in the spring
All the birds did sweetly sing
They changed their notes from tree to tree
And they sang for Lyra McKee
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