Rooks

When the rooks were laid in piles
 By the sides of the road
 Crashing into the aerials
 Tangled in the laundery line
 And gathered in a field
 They were burned in a feathering pyre
 With a cold black eye
 When the swallows fell from the eaves
 And the gulls from the spires
 And starlings in the millions
 Will feed on the ground where they lie
 The ambulance men said there's
 Nowhere to flee for your life
 So we stayed inside
 And we'll sleep until
 The world of man is paralyzed
 Oh the falcon heir awakes
 To the sound of the bells
 They're heading southbound
 They're leaving it alive
 And each empty cage just rings
 And is heard like a bell
 Underneath these cold stars
 And this troubled night
 And the cries of man
 Let the kingdom come to nigh
 Let this dream be realized