Jazzbird Video (MV)

Letting the wind turn the pages
I go drifting back in my mind
To the morning, I listened
In a house by the sea
To the greatest jazzbird of all time

I'd been up all night I was ready to sleep
With the sea rolling gently below
When off in a tree, in the still of the hour
The bird began softly to blow

And he played with his voice and the silence
And he wove them both into one song
He was only a part of the garden
That was drinking in life from the sun

Just a small simple tune that kept changing
And made the whole morning seem right
As he continued to blow
My eyes which were closed
Were filled with a beautiful light

And he was filling the garden with magic
And he sang as the sun broke through
Like the flashes of light on the water
His song it was constantly new

And as I lay back and listened
I seemed to fall into a dream
And I was the one who was singing
It was only the garden and me

And I was only the voice of the garden
That was born to sing out it's soul
I was one with the song I was singing
That is the secret I know
I was one with the song I was singing