Weather warm and sun is overhead
And I'm alone in the grass
With all the shadows on my face
And with the water shining
I'm looking up at all the birds
And I'm dreaming
To get away, get away to the clouds
Oh so high
Climb a tree, build a house and get living
So high
I scramble up the branches now
Reaching high into
The shining glory, oh!
Oh no, the sun is getting hot (hot! hot!)
And I'm alone in the dirt
With just a shadow on the ground
In the shape of the bird!
As he opens up his wings
(And I shake my fist)
I scramble up the branches now
Reaching high into the shining glory
Get away get away to the clouds
Oh so high
Climb a tree, build a house and get living
So high
Oh now I'm pushing through the clouds
Till I'm above all the trees
And the air is getting thin
And my bones they shake!
Oh the sun is in my eyes
And I see things... clearly now
Branches breaking now
They're all calling out
'You're up way too high
(Oh come down now!)'
Sitting at the top
Whisper to the crowd
'Hail the king of birds!'