paroles de chanson A Feather on the Ground - Deborah Stokol

On a walk the other day
I found a feather on the ground
Nestled among the leaves
It lightly lay

Did a bird so leave it there
To show the world it had no care
Molted, left, felt free
And then did leave this one for me

And should I leave it here as well
Or should I use it for a quill
Then dip it full of ink to
Write these songs

Should I weave it through my tresses
Sew it soft into my dresses
To flutter around
And so become a tiny sparrow too

And as the days do pass
Will it, too, become the grass
Melding with the
Mossy, hungry ground

Did this thing that lent its fluff for flight
Make the music lose its light
And does the earth collect a magpie's wings
To hoard them as its gold

Does it wrestle and adorn
Preen and prattle, yet forlorn
Thorn and bramble, pine cone candle
Employed quite truly by those who then move on

Or does it have its own, grave tasks
And from no one will it ask
What it means and what it sees
What it feels, what it should be

I cannot say I know its dreams
Or even if it has such things
In a mind when it does sing
To me from where it lies

But today, I'll find a feather bright
Rustling there, within my sight
I'll lean to hold it gently tight
and I won't leave it behind

So today, I'll find a feather bright
Rustling there, within my sight
I'll lean to hold it gently
and I won't leave it behind