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White Bird
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Singer/Songwriter
White Bird was released on January 1, 1969 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album Changing Horses
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1969
LabelRhino/Elektra
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Incredible String Band
The Incredible String Band
Performer
Mike Heron
Mike Heron
Vocals, Electric Guitar, Lead Vocals
Licorice
Licorice
Additional Vocals, Organ
Robin Williamson
Robin Williamson
Flute, Banjo
Rose
Rose
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Heron
Mike Heron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Boyd
Joe Boyd
Producer

Lyrics

Who among you has not laid his head
Beneath some holy awning
Would think that such a night of tortured travelling
Could bring such a glory morning
And feel his heart sucked to his head
His head so wide that all life says
Has room to live and breathe
And have its being and more
For such a scene of beauty
For such a scene of beauty
Encompasses
See the white bird on the water
In beauty calm and still
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
See he watches the white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
See he watches the white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
Warm in his ecstasy
A shimmering gentle backward fall
He leaves his body there
So small and mirror black against the sun
With deities for strength
He sees his body wracked with pain
And hears his voice so stained with sadness deep
It asks the day to weep away
Loved her so strong now
She is gone
My heart will break for ever
Sun and moon change around
Me the games seem so strange
Walk in the light
I shall never
Walk in the light
I will never
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
Oh speak to me with your beauty
Oh white bird of the morning
Oh he cried, oh he cried
But stopped
Short
Seeing not water but ice
Death not life
Dead white bird
Dead white bird
Walking onward every day
Sunshine in our faces
Sun knows what goes on below
But still our faces graces
No disgraces
No distastes
Nothing wasted at all
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird
Written by: Mike Heron
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