.
It was sunny, but the day was dark,
They brought cages down to Strathcona Park,
They spread their nets across the fields,
Captured a pheasant for its feathers,
They say they brought down a dove for peace,
Robbed the sparrow of its flight.
Fly, die, cry...
We were weary, we knew we had to alight,
We didn't know it was Strathcona Park,
Or that bird catchers were at hand,
They set their nets up on high,
To snatch us out of the sky,
Coloured wings have become useless,
And all of our freedom's nigh,
Now you know why we cry.
Cry, oh fly, cry...
Written and performed by Ron Renaud, aka Ripplingmoon
Electric guitars played by Ray Garand
copyright 2025 Ron Renaud
It was sunny, but the day was dark,
They brought cages down to Strathcona Park,
They spread their nets across the fields,
Captured a pheasant for its feathers,
They say they brought down a dove for peace,
Robbed the sparrow of its flight.
Fly, die, cry...
We were weary, we knew we had to alight,
We didn't know it was Strathcona Park,
Or that bird catchers were at hand,
They set their nets up on high,
To snatch us out of the sky,
Coloured wings have become useless,
And all of our freedom's nigh,
Now you know why we cry.
Cry, oh fly, cry...
Written and performed by Ron Renaud, aka Ripplingmoon
Electric guitars played by Ray Garand
copyright 2025 Ron Renaud