Birds are there High in The Tree Watching over Harry and Me When Birds are there I, would care And stop the scare I see a Man Crying over Family Dying over gossips And wakes when Mother is around As a soul watching over Him As He needs a soul when there is no one No one No one, around Then Mother Her Story Her sound Her voice Echoes of it on the tape You use to play Where does Her Body lay? I see a Man Crying When again Birds are there High in The Tree Watching over Harry and Me When Birds are there I, would care And stop the scare Your Mother is calling Me Diana is watching over Me