From the recording Crows And The Hawk
We need harmony. This is why and this is how we can get it.
Lyrics
The golden hawk, majestically, soars high above the trees.
He looks across the open land - strong, proud and free.
He cries out to his brothers, all those who would hear.
He finds there are no others, his heart starts to fear
And the crows gather their forces...
The Crows chase the Hawk. The Hawk has to flee
We harden our hearts. Why can't we see?
The crows chase the hawk and the hawk has to flee
This is how we walk. This is you and me!
The dark-skinned man works frantically, repairing his car.
Surroundings say ‘by nightfall, you should be very far’
He calls out to his brother. ‘Man, pick up the phone!’
Then he thinks he sees another, he must face alone.
And the crows gather their forces...
The pale-skinned man bikes hurriedly – courier en route.
‘Your kind don’t belong here. Soon you'd best be out!’
He radios another, ‘Messenger, come in!’
He hears there is no other. Terror grows within.
And the crows gather their forces. And they light upon his head.
The hawk flies with all his might. His spirit fills with dread.
He made us to embrace. He made us to enjoy. Each other! Each other!