Blue Black Green Birds

We were born to help you,
To find you when you’re lost.

Get up, friend, it’s dawn soon,
Sings the black word at night.

Sleep, fool, this shade is cool,
Sing the green woods of noon.

Find what’s left of the sun,
Old bones, sings the blue one.

If you know which sings when,
It’s not hard to get home.

Learn the time for each song,
And if you’re not home then,

Home will come and find you,
Child. Home can’t wait too long.