The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

The wars they will be fought again
The holy dove be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free.

Ring the bell that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light get in.

We asked for signs the sings were sent
The birth betrayed the marriage spent;
The widowhood of every government
Sings for all to see.

Can’t run no more with that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud
But they’ve summoned up a thundercloud
They’re going to hear from me.

You can add up the parts but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum.
Every heart to love will come but like a refugee.