Seven Green Parrots

Lyrics

Seven little parrots in a tree outside The colours of their feathers change like traffic lights Snowflakes are falling on the ground And a feather is whirling without a sound Sometimes in a dream I walk a snow-white street I can hear somebody whisper underneath my feet A needle is scratching a rubber soul In the ice on the river a big black hole And now that I am looking at this naked tree I feel every branch is a bone inside me The boy who is climbing without a sound And the man who is standing on the ground So seven green parrots are flying away They leave me in the grey light closing down this winter's day The snowflakes are falling on the ground And a feather is whirling without a sound