In the shallow darkness of the moonlight
silver teardrops fall from the darkened sky
black birds cloaked in the night take to their flight
they float in the clouds when they start to die
When the red sun rises to show them slow
the silver teardrops turn to a light gold
They are no longer cloaked and this they know
They're no longer black but yellow and bold
The colorless birds fight to be in need
they are black by night and yellow by day
they soar over the fields to spread the seed
the lights they see will always show the way
the colorless birds turn to a white dove
this will end their journey but not their love
