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Song the Songbird Sings
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In memory of Mahmud al-Qayyed, age 10, killed by Israeli occupation forces for the crime of catching songbirds in the Gaza Strip.
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"If the great Phil Ochs were to rise from the dead today, he would probably be hailed as the new David Rovics." Andy Kershaw, BBC
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #178
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
David Rovics
Rights
David Rovics 2004 All Rights Reserved
Uploaded
May 19, 2005
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MP3 8.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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In memory of Mahmud al-Qayyed, age 10, killed by Israeli occupation forces for the crime of catching songbirds in the Gaza Strip.
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Song the Songbird Sings David Rovics It was another Friday morning I was among the olive trees Out looking for birds to catch My father, his friends and me I had my string and net And a nimble eye There beside the farmers' fields Where the songbirds fly When you're catching birds The world disappears And a thousand songs of autumn Are all that fills your ears They sing their songs so brightly At the dawning of the day They fly back and forth over the fence Where we must stay away (Chorus) You can see the birds beneath the clouds Watch them spread their wings You can listen to the wind And the song the songbird sings It's so good to come here So far from all the sound Of all the shooting and the shouting And the tanks upon the ground I just wish I could live here Within this olive grove Just me, my friends and family And a small wood-burning stove (Chorus) Last week I caught three sparrows It was quite a day Now I'm bound for glory That's what they say I hear them talk about me Shedding tears upon a sack Inside there lies a child With four bullets in his back (Chorus) Created November, 2003 Copyright David Rovics 2003, all rights reserved
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