"Birds In My Tree" lyrics

Open the door, man
Let all the good air come in
Freshen the flowers, woman
For there are no more sins in

Hand me my bag, Frederick
Stretch out your mind, feel good
Utopia's at my doorstep
Come, there is no more hatred

Come live a better life
All is what you strive for
And now there are many birds in my tree

Open your eyes to it
First pleas "Then why?"
Raise up your arms higher
We have a reason to fly