Текст песни The Falcon - Mimi & Richard Fariña
Oh,
the
falcon
was
a
pretty
bird
Wandered
as
she
flew
She
danced
around
and
pranced
around
Wherever
the
warm
winds
blew
And
the
falcon
was
a
pretty
bird
Her
voice
was
always
still
But
men
with
drums
and
men
with
guns
They
taught
her
how
to
kill
Her
eye
was
on
the
sparrow
Her
mind
was
on
the
dove
But
no
one
cared
and
no
one
dared
To
speak
to
her
of
love
Her
eyes
are
always
hooded
Her
claws
are
sharp
as
steel
We
teach
her
not
to
see
too
much
We
teach
her
not
to
feel
Go
build
you
a
log
cabin
On
a
mountain
so
high
And
hear
the
feathered
war-bird′s
yell
As
she
goes
screaming
by
She'll
tease
you
She′ll
please
you
She'll
satisfy
your
needs
But
someday
she
might
turn
around
And
maul
the
hand
that
feeds
Your
hours
might
be
numbered
Your
end
might
come
someday
Go
break
her
chain
and
free
her
brain
And
send
her
on
her
way
And
the
falcon
is
a
pretty
bird
Wonders
as
she
flies
She
asks
us
easy
questions
We
tell
her
easy
lies
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