Pigeon Wings (Song)

1.

He’s just a poor old pigeon

living off scraps and smidgeons

as grey as these old urban streets;

to him left overs are a treat.

2.

He may not be an eagle,

designed refined and regal

or snow white as a turtle dove

but spare him just a little love.

Chorus:

‘Cause pigeon wings are hearts that beat;

something not conquered by concrete;

a little wildness in this world of stone.

Something still natural and free;

free as we all would like to be;

long may those gutter angels flutter on.

3.

Tell me what harm he’s doing

just billowing and cooing

and pecking up crumbs off the street.

It’s not as if he pecks your feet.

4.

He has no peacock feathers;

he’s greyer than the weather

but a simple pleasure just as nice

as any bird of paradise.

Chorus:

‘Cause pigeon wings are hearts that beat;

something not conquered by concrete;

a little wildness in this world of stone.

Something still natural and free;

free as we all would like to be;

long may those gutter angels flutter on.