Cagebird Lyrics

Sing from the mountain high

Sing from the valley low

Sing from the green grass that'll grow

One day up from your grave

And rise up from your grave

The mother's voice is soft and still

And her children's hearts have waxed hard and cold

The long way home's been overgrown and hid from view

What's hid our home from view?

So bring forth the golden fruit

And bring forth the glory you

Grew to sow it's seed into

The barren ground beneath

Unto the four winds reach

So give your ears to the beating rain

And tie your tongue to the rock of ages

Feed your bones to the lion's tooth

And let your soul spread wide its wings

Like a cagebird flying free

I ain't gonna' be afraid to go

I ain't gonna' be afraid to go

'Cause my home hasn't ever been here anyway

And I know my Lord's gonna' be waiting to

Greet me on the other shore

Sing from the mountain high

Sing from the valley low

Sing from the green grass that'll grow

One day up from your grave

And rise up from your grave