Singin' of the Birds - Jaymay

once we tried to record the singin birds

cable stretched for miles from yr door

near the landin of the planes i never felt so plain

birds never sang the same again

i take the train in the mornin when it’s still night out

a night owl sings for the moonlight crowd

on the frozen path to yr bedroom door

i walked beside u between sycamore

i never told u this but on christmas

i saw u sellin trees on avenue A

winter wind knows yr paper skin

went to paris once -- i’ve never been

theres a certain slant of light on madison tonight

it shines on vines that grow in rows roun

telephone wires never tire

of carryin midnight crows

does the book of nightmares call across

the valley of not knowing

the wayward vine of wintertime

and where on earth it is growing

and are yr typewriter words for january third

the key to the secret venue

perhaps you’ve heard singin of the birds

you cant change a person ever darlin can you?