A Wild Bird Flying

03:54
B. Keith

Lyrics

They led her slowly down

Down the cold stone stair

She never faltered

Though she knew who waited there

 

Death behind the oaken door

No mercy in his gaze

Only ten more steps

To recollect her days

 

Willow tree, don’t weep for me

When in my grave I’m lying

Even though asleep I’ll be

My soul is a wild bird flying

 

She saw the branches bending low

Reflected in the stream

She recalled and watched it all

As in a waking dream

 

She heard again the whispers

Run from room to room

“There’s a traitor in our midst”

The words that sealed her doom

 

They led her slowly down

Down the cold stone stair

The grim procession halted

She bowed her head in prayer

 

The iron blade above her

Death she called upon

She said, “You cannot kill me

For I’ve already gone”