Hatchet Field - The Magpie

That lonely magpie
Looms high above our heads
It's come to steal our light
And sing for our dead
They say a drop of the devil's blood
Is trapped under its tongue
And if you set it free
They will sing like you and me
That bird refused to go
Below with all the rest
It stayed upon the deck
To curse god and his rain
The magpie never wept
As it perched upon the cross
It offered no comfort
To the dead of Skull Mountain
That lonely magpie
Looms high above our heads
It's come to steal our light
And sing for our dead

Written by:
Mark Hornby, Steve Anderson

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