Yes, again I became the Bird of the night.
And prayed for the night to stay.
White clouds like smoke rings,
Stars like sparks in the sky .
Oh! but the wind carries a crazy sound today,
Despair and agony in the air,
The Air whipped a stench some of you will know,
It was the reek of the death.
Anguished and terrified I flied higher
Higher and higher to a new ground
I stood under the stars as a man,
and sang a requiem for the boy I had been.
Next time I would become a sailor,
Or may be a watch man ,
But never again will I be a bird ,
If I go Green again.