Even when it’s all been sung
the birds sing their song
They greet the day 
with a song in their heart.

Even with the great sorrow,
The grief, the rumination
The birds sing their song.

There is hope and courage 
in their tune, if I just stop
I can feel it.
Not an urgency, but a faith 
a promise that this day brings.

So sing their song they must 
and they faithfully do.
I count on their song 
even when it’s all been sung.