LARRY HIRSHBERG

 

Birds Of Paradise

Some are ghosts of things we’ve seen.
Some are midnight memories.
A flock of them in water can
Kill a room or save a man…

May your birds of paradise
Wake you with flowers at the end of the night.

Afternoon brings shadows of the kind
That dare you to cross their lines.
Silhouettes that pierce the dusk
A bird in hand, both kinds of luck

May your birds of paradise
Be just as good in black and white

(bridge)
Hummingbirds won’t stand still
Roses suffer from overkill
The harvest moon still works all right,
But it’s only useful on October nights
Messages of love can be
Hard to send and receive
Birds of paradise come into play
If and when you want to say
Do you want to say -

We are a jungle, baby, no trees in sight
Just miles of birds of paradise

Some are ghosts of things we’ve seen.
Some are midnight memories.