Isobel Campbell
Bird Of Passage
Grass-green
And your hair’s golden sheen
In the meadow you preen
Yourself, greeting the dawn

Goodbyes
Like escapes you devise
Witness life in full size
Mean you’re nobody’s pawn

No-one tells you where to go
And no-one needs to know
Or try to wrest your secrets
No-one tells you where to go
And no-one needs to know

Birds of passage travel light
Here now, then out of sight

Truant heart
Not too pure to act smart
Turn your life into art
Blaze in the wake of freedom’s call

The slipstream
Of a new self-esteem
Catches you and your dream
Now rid of the chain and the ball
No-one tells you where to go
And no-one needs to know
Or try to wrest your secrets
No-one tells you where to go
And no-one needs to know

Birds of passage travel light
Here now, then out of sight

Moonrise
Comes up as a poor disguise
For the loneliest eyes
That I’ll ever recall