Never let them kill the little Mockingbird above,
never let them silence all the songs.
Always let the echo of the voices be around,
never let the music wait too long.
1. When the stars one day are absent
and the moon is just a string.
You are sitting in the shadow,
looking out for anything.
2. When there's no one who remembers,
when they cancelled all the flights
And the morning light surrenders,
no one to take in the sights.
3. When the rumble of the thunder,
is the concert of the day.
And the fire is the wonder,
don't forget the morning pray.
© 2016 Torbjörn Gideskog