Singing Bird

Lifted in flight.

Words and music by Sarah Pirtle, © 2005 Discovery Center Music, BMI


Oh, yah. I am a singing bird
Oh, yah. just above the trees
Oh, yah.  as the fog is lifting
Oh, yah.  I find the breeze.
Oh, yah.  And I follow rivers
Oh, yah.  And I swoop and spin
Oh, yah.   then I rise up higher
Oh, yah.   and do it all again.
Oh, yah, oh yah, oh yah.
Oh, yah.   I am a singing bird.
Oh, yah.   I like to glide
Oh, yah.   up the side of mountains
Oh, yah.   on the longest ride.
Oh, yah.   and I soar through canyons
Oh, yah.   and I flap my wings
Oh, yah.   I land on ledges
Oh, yah.   and do it all again.
Oh, yah, oh yah, oh yah.
Oh, yah.  I am a singing bird.
Oh, yah.  I can taste the breeze.
Oh, yah.  I fly with flowers
Oh, yah   And new green leaves.
Oh, yah    I can feel the sunlight
Oh, yah.   as it warms my wings
Oh, yah.   and the river is singing
Oh, yah.   do it all again.
Oh, yah, oh yah, oh yah.

Production: Engineered by Joe Podlesney, JoePodMusic. Percussion Ellen Clegg.

The Story of the Song

I’ll never forget seeing birds fly up the sides of the Cliffs of Moher on the coast of western Ireland. Like many people, ever since I was young, I’ve dreamt that I could fly. I began this song as I was preparing to do something that required a lot of courage. As I worked on it more, a friend suggested that the song tapped into the Bird Woman Goddess of Neolithic times. The morning that the recording was scheduled, the lyrics still didn’t feel quite right. I meditated upon the healing presence of the Bird Goddess to help create the final words.

Discussion: What are your closest experiences with birds? How does the presence of birds affect your life? Opening to birds on an archetypal level, how do birds speak to you? Have you had dreams that you could fly? What does it mean to you to emerge from an egg?