Lyrics

Leave me here among the trees
I have nothing more I need

A bed of eight to lie in
I can hear the call
No better place to die in
Wherever i may fall

A bed of eight to lie in
Can you hear the call
It used to be so quiet
Now I can’t hear at all

I like sugar in my tea
I like honey in my sleep

Eight of them there beneath the trees, waiting, staring at me
I’ll follow the swallows and chickadees, wherever they harken to lead me.

A bed of eight to lie in
Is all I ask of this world
A bed of eight to lie in
Such a pretty bird

A bed of eight to lie in
I can hear the call
A bed of eight to lie in
Wherever I may fall

A bed of eight to lie in
I must go alone
No better place to die in
I can call it home.