Singer I hear your notes I hear your call
And my own Manhattan with spires
The sparkling hurried tides and the ships
And the city at hand with dwellings so dense
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Singer you’re the wreck of the beautiful
And my own Manhattan with spires
Show the clouds and the trails' trips
Into the deep recesses
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Passing vision and passing nights
Passing hands and lucid lights
With the knowledge of death at my side
I fled forth to the receiving night
Down to the waters shores
Down the dim swamp path
Passing the cedars and ghostly pines
And the singer shyly sang for me
Passing hands of the trees
Until the charm of the carol held me
As I held hands in the night
And my voice sang the song of the bird
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird
Sing on from the swap and the bushes
Pour your chant and
Sing on sing on you grey brown bird