It was the sound A gentle thunder Ten thousand birds In the front yard All together All at once Taking wing to lift the silence That one moves Moves the other It was the sound A gentle thunder It was the sight Edges blurred You, me, mother, father Friend, lover Stranger, foe That one moves Moves the other It was the sight Edges blurred It was the thought Taking wing Moves the other You, me It was the sight It was the sound That one moves all together A gentle thunder Edges blurred All at once Ten thousand birds