Crane


The hazel forked three ways in my hand

Three ways in my blood

Three ways in my mind

First became a flock of cranes
They danced away in a Troy-Town maze

Their shrieking frames made a chill refrain
And they made a name unknown to man

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Crow

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing?
What cares the snow for the summer's thaw?
Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion?
Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?,
[For 'crow' used as a verb, see Raven, below]

Now the hoodie is woefully moaning [hoodie = hooded crow]
Under the high holland tree
Well her hero is never returning from over the high rolling sea

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Cuckoo

And come spring the birds will sing in the burning woodland
Cuckoo, coo, cuckoo, coooo, coooo
All through the livelong day and into the evening

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Dove

Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves
Columba, Columba, Columba
Tell me who gave us the Book of Doves
Columba, Columba, Columba
What was the breadth of it?
A furlong or four
What was the depth of it?
A fathom or five
What was the heft of it?
The heft of the darkness behind every star
And where did he find it, this Book of Doves?
All in the Candida Casa
And where did he find it, the Book of Doves?
All in the Candida Casa

The Book of Doves, Spoils
[Columba is latin for dove]

This song's made in anger, this song's made in love
Where the croak of the hawk meets the coo of the dove
Where minstrels see slander and right turns to rage
To make a song about the renovation of the age

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Gannet

The clamour of the gannetry, the blatter of the grackle
The singing of the planet that no brother can ignore
The small birds of the outer air, the soarers in the stratosphere
A chorus of the ones who've seen beyond and gone before

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Goose

I went hunting in the morning, Polly,

When the geese were in the field
I went hunting in the morning, Polly,
The geese were in the field.
Then I saw a woman changing
From a woman to a gosling.

Then I saw a woman changing

Before my eyes.

I Went Hunting, Farewell Sorrow

Grackle

The clamour of the gannetry, the blatter of the grackle
The singing of the planet that no brother can ignore
The small birds of the outer air, the soarers in the stratosphere
A chorus of the ones who've seen beyond and gone before

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Kestrel

From open moors where kestrels soar on wings of beauty
To cloisters where vestals bear their palms of duty
To waterfall tumbling, cascading in pearlim [?]
To the flowery machin where the echo marks the yellow yorlin[?]

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Lapwing

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing?
What cares the snow for the summer's thaw?
Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion?
Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, unreleased

Lark, Laverock


And the larks sang melodious, Polly,

At the dawning of the day.
And they only know the one song, Polly,

But they sing it wondrously.

I Went Hunting, Farewell Sorrow

Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear
The larks are singing all in the air
Thy soaring and sweet refrain

Rings out to fill the air before us.

Join Our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

When wind blows in to waken
the laverock in the blackthorn
She sings of all the aching
In her Scotia of the ills

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased
[Laverock is the Scots word for a lark (source)]

Moorcock


to wrap his hands
In anger round the narrow necks
Of those who dance and those who prance
And preen like moorcocks in a lake

The Angry Laughing God, unreleased

Ptarmigan

Ptarmigan, ptarmigan, under the lambskin
While into the darkness our armies are blundering
Ptarmigan, ptarmigan, under the lambskin
Thanking their god so unloving and humdrum

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Raven

There's a raven on the gable, a raven on the gable,
A raven on the gable, so brazenly crowing.
But you know he only crows so, you know he only crows so,
You know he only crows so, for he knows no other way of crowing.

Let Me Lie and Bleed Awhile, The Amber Gatherers

Starling

And she gave me the wreath and she sang like a starling,
My fingers intwined in her feathery hair,
But she shrugged me away and said Alasdair, darling,
When a song's on the wind it belongs to the air.

The Whole House is Singing, Farewell Sorrow

Thrush

Here's the dowry of the leper
A walnut shell and a peck of pepper
And an alder spray to carve a quiver
For a gang of hazel dowsers
They dowsed themselves into a tangle
Called themselves a hazel bush
They snarled so sweet and incomplete
That they stole the heart of a little song thrush

Hazel Forks, Spoils

Waxwing

Waxwing, waxwing, what do you bring
From the frozen North?
Waxwing, waxwing, we've been waiting on you.
...
Waxwing, waxwing, my only asking:
Tether the breezes so cruel.
Keep my young well-feathered and their bellies full.

And waxwing, waxwing, what will you do,
When your days of fathering are through,
When at last grim Death comes a'knocking on you?

Waxwing, The Amber Gatherers

Wren

Tiny wren, tiny wren, under the linden
Pondering in wonder the human conundrum

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

What cares the wren for the jinx of rhinic [?]?
Or the plain of cadence for the dominant chord?
Or the dull munlo for the high cathedral [?]?
Or the insown hero for the dormant lord?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing?, unreleased