FLIGHT

Yes bird, yes bird

Ye brought in master's word?

See you' feathers ruffled from flight

Ah! can you move a slight?

There you go my little lad

Give me his word you brought

I see, I see too long a bit

Why? My child why ye sad?

Oh! I know ye drained from journey

No, I guess there's something more

Ye tell me my yellow soul

Why I see your spirit so low?

Oh! I guess the prophecy's right

Not a good omen a sad bird from flight

Look how the thunder's brewing

Look how's the sea's roar

'Am afraid my child for I might die

Drowning in the nature's stride

Hurry! ye hurry! Take your flight

Go far away to a safe sight

And don't forget to give your master my word

For I shall die by respect of his beard.