Jeweled Warriors (Cinematic Acoustic)

[Verse 1] A thousand miles on buzzing wings They cross the Gulf each Spring A heartbeat fast, a body small A quarter ounce you hardly feel at all They ride the wind, they ride the heat A thousand times a minute beat And like a compass in their brain They find this yard once again [Chorus] Restless little travelers, returning every year They remember every feeder, and who is here A flash of green, a blur of red, a streak in the sun They're the signs the hummer season has begun [Verse 2] They swarm around the hanging glass A living cloud above the grass I stand so close, I feel the draft Off wings too fast to photograph I can see the throat pulse fast As they drink their fill at last They do not mind my quiet face As we share this little patch of space [Verse 3] So tiny, but warriors at their core Half their efforts are little wars There are feeders enough for all But still, they choose to brawl A squeak, a clash, a needle poke there's feathers flying, it's no joke Three inches tall and born to fight Wielding beaks with all their might. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] On tall branches they stand guard They chase each other, darting hard With sweeping arcs from side to side Such fragile bones, such heavy pride And when the autumn breezes blow On their journey they will go [Outro] I'll wash the hanging glass at last When the final hummingbird has passed But I'll be waiting in the Spring To hear the buzzing of their wing Across the Gulf is their routine The toughest birds I've ever seen