Snowbirds

Taking flight into a pale sun
Unquestioning spirit to go
When favouring winds they rise for us
Ancient calls that only they know
To this sweetest and fairest of isles
Becoming our own winter white
Here pastures keep their green
And skies stay unseasonably bright

To this sweetest and fairest of isles
Becoming our own winter white
Here pastures keep their green
And skies stay unseasonably bright

Held in the thrall of old legends
Tales that make us feel we belong
Bask in the words all a-glowing
Held by those capturing songs
When the north winds are blowing
And the tall waves rise
Down from the heavens
The call as the snowbirds arrive
The call of the snowbirds

When the north winds are blowing
And the tall waves rise
Down from the heavens
The call as the snowbirds arrive
The call of the snowbirds
The call of the snowbirds

The call of the snowbirds...