Death Is a Bird Flying Port Sulphur Band (Ft. D.d)

Dried are her tears
These four years gone
An unmarked grave
The setting sun

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at his side

Dark was the night
Its wings were red
Spread 'cross the sky
O'er thousands dead

Be still my dear
Don't cry, don't cry
For soon you will be at her side

Death is no man
Death is no wraith
Death is a bird
Flying

Death is no man
Death is not fate
Death is a bird
Flying
Flying