Lyric

At the edge of the field

I stood still

Hands full of morning frost

Then one small sound

Cut the hush

Like a thread through fog

A bird called once

From the branch above

And my feet remembered

I turned my face

To the open path

I let the weight fall off

One tiny sign

In a silver air

And something in me woke

The Bird Called Once

And I moved

The Bird Called Once

And I knew

One small sign

One bright line

I am here

I can go

The road was bare

The grass was bent

The world was waiting there

My heart was slow

Then it found a step

Then another step

I did not need

A storm to change

Just that one feathered call

I turned my face

To the open path

I let the weight fall off

One tiny sign

In a silver air

And something in me woke

The Bird Called Once

And I moved

The Bird Called Once

And I knew

One small sign

One bright line

I am here

I can go

If the day is quiet

I will trust the quiet

If the way is hidden

I will trust my breath

I was waiting

For a sign

It arrived in one note

The Bird Called Once

And I moved

The Bird Called Once

And I knew

One small sign

One bright line

I am here

I can go

The Bird Called Once

And I moved

The Bird Called Once

And I knew