March Song (King Of Birds) Songtext / Lyric

*Instrumental*

but its supposed to be the following:



A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone

A mean idea to call my own

Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young

There's time to teach, point to point,

Point observation, children carry reservations



Standing on the shoulders of giants

Leaves me cold, leaves me cold

A mean idea to call my own

A hundred million birds fly






Singer sing me a given

Singer sing me a song

Standing on the shoulders of giants

Everybody's looking on

(Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young,

there's time to teach, point to point,

point observation, children carry reservations)



Standing on the shoulders of giants

Leaves me cold

A mean idea to call my own

A hundred million birds fly away, away, away



I am king of all I see

My kingdom for a voice

Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young

There's time to teach, point to point

Point observation, children carry reservations



Standing on the shoulders of giants

Leaves me cold, leaves me cold

A mean idea to call my own

A hundred million birds fly away, away, away



Everybody hit the ground

Everybody hit the ground

Everybody hit the ground

Everybody hit the ground