A handsome red winged blackbird
Is perched upon a wire.
He’s cloaked in coal black feathers
And his shoulder glows red fire.
A sliver trout is swimming up
A winding sun kissed stream.
Her scales all catch the holy light;
They brightly shine and gleam.
The clouds are blooming high and white
Above the fertile plain.
The sun shines on their scalloped tops
Without a hint of rain.
Don’t let your inner light go out,
Don’t let your fire burn down.
Keep your loving spirit shining
‘Til they lay you in the ground.