
The owl, the owl, is a lonely bird nested in dark is your voice I heard you remained silent while i screeched away my price In the birth of night you observed, twice you pause, you wait before the branches tear and fly through the glade avowed of any fear you remained patient watched the sparrows past in your reticence the world is cast The owl, the owl, is a lonely bird nested in dark is your voice I heard is your voice I heard is your voice I heard...