"Singing Song" lyrics

Let me have a singing song
Leave the chirrups to another throat
Let me have a song for singing
I'll set the empty branches ringing for the ghosts

The birds are dying
I'll do my part and take whatever I am given
My buddy Charlie, he got the magpie
He says you learn to love it

Let me have a singing song
Leave the chirrups to another throat
Let me have a song for singing
I'll set the empty branches ringing for the ghosts

Wasn't long ago they had no idea
It was a time to feast
Herons on their beanpoles, robins in the morning, blue jays baring all their teeth

But now the ghost wings of the turbines are slicing through the fog
And the long-necked oil derricks bob and bob and bob
And the storm comes unregarded and the dawn is all in fire and we walk into the heart of things ringing like a wire

So let me have a singing song
Leave the chirrups to another throat
Let me have a song for singing
I'll set the empty branches ringing for the ghosts