The Phoenix

03:47
The Stone Coyotes
B. Keith

Lyrics

I found a bird
I thought was killed
No sound to be heard
Lying cold and still
And then as if
To prove me wrong
It raised its voice
In one sweet song

The Phoenix flashes
In the fires of old
To rise from the ashes
On wings of gold

I sent a gift
To the world from me
And the world responded
Indifferently
And you took my face
In your good kind hands
And said, “Remember
Our love still stands”

If fate should come
To dash your dreams
There are still such things
As meadows and streams
You may ask me
How do I know?
The Bird of Freedom
Told me so