The Veery (feat. Peter Calo, Jeff Eyrich, Paul Silverman & Jordan Jancz)

The veery nests on the ground. She sings so sweetly A high and silvery sound. By the time the peonies fall down She has flown. The veery, makes her way A perilous journey so far away Clouds and winds won't blow her astray From the orinoco. My feet are bound to the forest floor I have no wings, i cannot soar My voice uncertain, rough and unsure Return veery to my back door. Winter is dreary, chilly and dark We grow weary, wishing for a spark Fires burning, spring return Bring that silvery song.