In the fields a blackbird cries
   And another star has died
   Mothers wail and search for sons
   Brothers and the child
  
   Do you see through
   The mist and rain
   The mourners
   Have arrived
  
   In the field of blackbirds
   See our tears collide
   In the field of blackbirds
   They all cry
  
   Will the dawn and the morning sun
   Come and bathe us in her light
   Hear the beat of a heavy drum
   As another flower dies
  
   Do you see through
   The mist and rain
   The evidence
   Of lies
  
   Through the eyes of a child
   See the crosses of white
   Watch a silent display
   Field of blackbirds parade
   Was it all in our minds
   Was the reason so right
   Did they all have to die
   Field of blackbirds parade
  
   And in the field a blackbird cries
   Echoing a dying rose
   Someone stands and makes his mark
   On a grave with a broken heart