The Falcon

Oh, the falcon was a pretty bird
Wandered as she flew
She danced around and pranced around
Wherever the warm winds blew
And the falcon was a pretty bird
Her voice was always still
But men with drums and men with guns
They taught her how to kill

Her eye was on the sparrow
Her mind was on the dove
But no one cared and no one dared
To speak to her of love
Her eyes are always hooded
Her claws are sharp as steel
We teach her not to see too much
We teach her not to feel

Go build you a log cabin
On a mountain so high
And hear the feathered war-bird's yell
As she goes screaming by
She'll tease you
She'll please you
She'll satisfy your needs
But someday she might turn around
And maul the hand that feeds

Your hours might be numbered
Your end might come someday
Go break her chain and free her brain
And send her on her way
And the falcon is a pretty bird
Wonders as she flies
She asks us easy questions
We tell her easy lies