Lyrics
Little rook in the midst of the parliament
They hop and chatter, but everybody knows he’s going to be sent away
Because he’s white, He’s got a red eye
The trees are ringing with the cackles in the twilight
Little rook takes one last look and takes flight – he’s away
Because he’s white, He’s got a red eye
Can you believe that his family cannot be allowed to be together
By the very same tribe that helped the elephant fly
With a beautiful lie and a magic feather?
The dark orb high in the tallest ash tree alone
In the upturned branches – sceptres for a throne
It’s alright
How can it be that a family cannot be allowed to be together
By the very same tribe that helped the elephant fly
With a beautiful lie and a magic feather?