© Lucy Wise 2017

 Walking out on a Tuesday morning
To hear the sound on a new day dawning
Walking out on a Tuesday morn
To hear the sound of the birds

I feel my feet getting into the rhythm
Of all the good times life has given me
I’m scared but not of living
To here the sound of the birds

A magpie warbles like a burbling stream
And little wrens chase their way across the scene
So new yet familiar is this shade of green
This shade of green

Walking out on the Wednesday morning
I thought I heard an echo calling
Walking out on a Wednesday morn
To hear the sound of the birds

A magpie warbles like a burbling stream
And little wrens chase their way across the scene
So new yet familiar is this shade of green
This shade of green

Walking out on a Thursday morning
To hear the sound of a new rain falling
Walking out on a Thursday morn
To hear the sound of the birds

Walking out on a winter morning
To hear the sound of the birds