honest bird, simple bird

honest bird

simple bird

just longing to be spreading the word

feeling the rain

feeling the sun

but your time has not come

your song is not heard

honest bird

singing is forbidden in the fig tree

singing is forbidden in the olive tree

singing is forbidden in the pear tree

no singing in the olive or the fig or the pear tree

no more singing in the fig tree

no more singing in the pear tree

someone's hanging in the olive

there's someone hanging in the olive tree

singing in the fig tree

that's forbidden

singing in the pear tee

that's forbidden

singing in the olive

that's forbidden

someone's hanging in the olive tree

someone's hanging in the olive tree

you come to earth

you have no choice

could be a seamstress or serving girl

or butcher's boy

could be a dead beat

or one of the elite

maybe the bird ill find his voice

and make a choice

from all the wheat and all the chaff

it's the knowledge that you glean

makes you what you'll be

and the knowledge that you lack

a rod for your own back

leaves you in purgatory

honest bird

simple bird