oh don't you see the blackbird,
he's high up in the tree
he's clinging on the branches
and he's calling out to me
and can't you hear him calling
to the others circlin around
they're cutting through the steady wind
and lightening on the ground
braving the shadow
hopeless sorrow
I wish you was a songbird
with a voice so pure and bright
dressed in the color golden
with the fires in his eyes
and a light which shine around him
he'd stay out there all night
his song will fill the air
in the morning when he'd fly
no more shadow
no more sorrow
what does it take for changing
there's nothing that I won't try
I'd call a thousand blackbirds
come reigning from the sky
300 for your trouble
300 one for mine
and for the pain that I caused you
three hundred ninety nine
no more shadow
no more sorrow
no more shadow
no more sorrow
he's high up in the tree
he's clinging on the branches
and he's calling out to me
and can't you hear him calling
to the others circlin around
they're cutting through the steady wind
and lightening on the ground
braving the shadow
hopeless sorrow
I wish you was a songbird
with a voice so pure and bright
dressed in the color golden
with the fires in his eyes
and a light which shine around him
he'd stay out there all night
his song will fill the air
in the morning when he'd fly
no more shadow
no more sorrow
what does it take for changing
there's nothing that I won't try
I'd call a thousand blackbirds
come reigning from the sky
300 for your trouble
300 one for mine
and for the pain that I caused you
three hundred ninety nine
no more shadow
no more sorrow
no more shadow
no more sorrow