Birds Of Paradise Farm Lyrics

My parents knew these people who for all their faults were very nice

They owned a farm whose old world charm earned it the name of Paradise

We came to stay one holiyda, we played crocquet and burned our arms

But I was charmed and lost for words when I first heard the birds of paradise farm



Singing their songs all the day long

Making love to the dinner gong

Wondering when their human friends

Would come to feed them



I looked in the trees and in the air I searched the eves of disused barns

Till finally, to my despair, I found the caged birds of paradise farm



Singing their songs all the day long

Making love to the dinner gong

Wondering why their tiny lives

should be spent behind iron bars



Now Leonardo da Vinci, St Francis of Assisi;

But Neil Hannon of the Seahouse, Fivemiletown...

It doesn't sound quite right, somehow...



Singing their songs all the day long

Making love to the dinner gong

Wondering when their human friend

Would come to free them



When the last day came I took my time

they called my name and read the card

"When Nature Calls You Must Reply"

They laughed waving goodbye to paradise farm.