Sunbird Of Palestine

1.

The Sunbird of Palestine,
I won't scare away
'cause all of its colours shine;
so here it can stay.

 

In feathers like glistening foil,
it's perfectly wrapped.
Its like a painting in oils;
God's paintbrush perhaps.

 

Chorus:

Oh bright Sunbird of Palestine;
please don't you fly away.
Without the colours of your kind,
this land would seem so grey.

 

Though little men, with rocks and slings
take aim at you, they're wrong.
I hope the Sunbirds always sing,
in Palestine, their song.

 

2.

I hear that bird's song, divine;
in fields and on hills;
an Anthem of Palestine,
it's peaceful, sweet trill.

 

And I am so glad that this
is the Sunbirds home;
a rainbow of happiness,
wherever it roams.

 

Chorus:

Oh bright Sunbird of Palestine;
please don't you fly away.
Without the colours of your kind,
this land would seem so grey.

 

Though little men, with rocks and slings
take aim at you, they're wrong.
I hope the Sunbirds always sing,
in Palestine, their song.